Radii | Montreal Review of Books

Poem of the Month

Radii

By Melissa Bull

Published on September 3, 2015

platonic / platinum

I could lick the hair of his arms to
smell the sunlight
but let the lilac air
wheel-speak our sympathies.

Late evening slanting through halfclosed lids.

bespoke / besotted

This morning I cut
through the baseball diamond.
I found a fractured robin’s egg

iris blue.

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