We Took Away Your Horned Helmet with No Sacrifice on Our Side

Julia Cohen

When my ship sent for the breakers I was made

A magnificent kite cut the horizon in half

In the cove that crept inland, regret did not come in pairs

Before, I was quite in the discomfort corridor

My attempts at conversation almost touching in suggestion

Companion to slim pauses and sailor twins

Any harm in keeping if there is no sacrifice on our side

My flanks holstered your helmet to keep afloat

Hollowed the horns for crabs to hide in

My beard was tired and filled with shells

Ashes have made many more beautiful than beauty

Defer your rapture, every era the most trying