issue 34 > poetry > cabral

I will never escape
envying Vishnu
his multiple arms.

If I were Vishnu, I used to think,
I wouldn’t have to choose
between lulling the baby asleep
or scribbling down a poem.

There would always be simultaneous hands weaving
threads of life, threads of words.






Also by Astrid Cabral and Alexis Levitin:

Obstacle
Cross-eyed Ways