Your name rips the sky off my life.
I feed you my marrow, salnted,
hot, shadowed by necessity. I arch
for you when you ask.
My breasts,
stretched out like a surface of tar,
I always knew you.
Your grip carves the artic
of my back. I’ve weathered
the water’s edge for you.
I can dance with no pulse.

lani scozzari

lani scozzari is a 2004 finalist for a Massachusetts Cultural Council Artist’s Grant. She is a dancer, teacher and writer who lives in Florida. Lani is currently training for her 6th marathon.