"O" - Emma Jay

This my only prayer to you: a mouth wide open.
Hunger and thirst are my loud song, my silence.
In woe and joy, I call to you, in sow and sorrow.
O let me grow. O let me reach your fruited bough.
No word is full until you teach me how to speak.
O let me kneel at your powerful knee. O let me feel
Your strong, sweet-smelling fingers cup my face.
O that you would hold my chin up and teach me
Your language. I would memorize your teeth and tongue,
Your stretching, pursing mouth, the way
Your throat moves. O you who no one names.
December Woman. Tenth Month Lady. Deep Mother.
The Earth is yours and every growing thing says your name.

Second Place.


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