Jessica Guzman Alderman
The Visible World
Our-Fathers start when the plane
drops two, three times against
the wind and whatever lightning
elbows back. Surely someone hears
the press of fingers
in polyurethane, nails
snapping key chains
and charm bracelets in place.
What I mean is
I found a butterfly wing
and kept it. What I mean is once
the split-tongued prayer
filled the air around me, the shape
a single sheet makes falling
over a bed. But you can’t keep
a breath, except in seashells
and movies, the ones where you
catch your father right
before his heart stops, call
his name and he wakes
bleary and soft and lifts his arms
towards you. I mean imagination
matters when the rudder
trips against the wind,
the pulverized wing in your grip,
below you the city’s mirage of lights.
Jessica Guzman Alderman’s work appears or is forthcoming in Pleiades, Ecotone, Copper Nickel, The Florida Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, and elsewhere. A doctoral student at the University of Southern Mississippi’s Center for Writers, she reads for Memorious.