To My Mouth

I hold onto the blue    edge of the couch

a boat to its shore      our knees the waves

 

chess game on the table    floating from the day

we said we’d finish        the moon full on close up

 

turning to look       like a mirror can it still

swallow us whole    my head on the arm rest

 

I flick the switch      with tongue and wrist

the pawns roll off        their heads little moons

 

each drop of his breath         light and stone

and light and back to my mouth

 

Diana K. Lee

Diana Keren Lee has lived in Austin, New York, and Los Angeles. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Atlas Review, No Tokens, Painted Bride Quarterly, Prelude, and TINGE, among other journals. She has received fellowships from NYU and The MacDowell Colony.