You thought I lacked facility
for foreign language, but there are depths
of mastery, my darling
my hedged bet. It’s no one’s fault
you heard harder when I said during.
epidermis, I said,
over and softly again.
You are my emergency
contact, scratched out twice
until you admit this
ink is an anchor, shifting
at my mention of wing.
You want a challenge, something
unearthly. How do I say I have legs for that?
What are the words for consider our phases--
Jupiter in storm, Io as stitch on the tongue.
There is no having. There is only the tide,
one eye open, and then the other.
K.T. Billey left rural Alberta, Canada, for New York and a Poetry MFA at Columbia University, where she is now a Teaching Fellow. Poems are forthcoming in Ghost Proposal and have recently appeared in the the New Orleans Review, Prick of the Spindle, H.O.W. Journal, Palabras Errantes (translations) and Other Voices. She is proud to be a mentor with Girls Write Now.