Blue as in corridor. The motor of the day ground down beneath
the foot as in Beethoven, no earth sounds. How tardy always, how
sought after, desire [like a ribbon] wedded to the heel, pulling fast
when lids fall. Morning was but a code for leaving and taking, taking
and leaving. Blue like blood or guard me from it, cloud-light.

J. Mae Barizo was born in Toronto. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bellingham Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, Baltimore Review, Nimrod, BigCityLit and the Sink Review. In 2007 she received an International Publication Award from Atlanta Review, and was a finalist of Spoon River Poetry Review's Editor's Prize. In 2006 she was a finalist for the Joy Harjo Award. As a prize-winner in the William Stafford Award, she was published in Rosebud. She likes rivers. She lives in New York City. She can be found online at jmaebarizo.blogspot.com

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