try to praise the mutilated world

Elizabeth Bradfield:

Because this life, this alarm clock time card
percolator direct deposit income tax stop light

seems vast and blank and numbing.

Tell me secret orchids hide
between the black rock and the ice.

Tell me a wild bird sings deep
in the crevasses, windstrokes cracking air.

Tell me there’s a surface we can walk on
lidding miles of plumed and luminescent fish.

I’m ready to be amazed. I’m longing for it.

I don’t know anything about Elizabeth Bradfield, but I think I’m going to like Approaching Ice. I’m ready to be amazed.