Santa Fe Poetry Broadside: Judyth Hill, The Harmonies of Fracture

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Judyth Hill

The Harmonies of Fracture

He held out his hand,
That time.

Then, held out his poison tongue, said, I taste you,
You taste bad.

He spit her out, she landed,

Somewhere far, where finches fly, where ravens winter, where the soft roots of cattails mutter, February is a stew with carrots.

Friday, she lights candles, says the blessings: light, wine, grain.
She has made that bread and must eat it.
Must know how it tastes.

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