Kristy Bowen is the author of in the bird museum (Dusie Press, 2008) and the fever almanac (Ghost Road Press, 2006). She is the editor of dancing girl press, devoted to publishing work by emerging women poets. She lives and writes in Chicago.
the synaesthete's love poem
Yesterday, blue tasted like licorice.
Even wind chimes caused dizziness;
an ache of paper lanterns rotting
from the acacias. Perhaps the L
in my name makes you sad,
evokes a film where a woman
waves from a train. Or how
this horizon wants to be a hymn.
If you listen, you can
hear the holes in the alphabet,
sounds lit by the lamps
of our bones. Perhaps
with this page I could fashion
a boat or a very convincing window.
A dress made entirely of vowels.