By Noa Micaela Fields
via the Poetry Foundation
In other sounds
E wants a mother
[unclear] I hear
bad. Trachea,
trace—translate
[hiss] chase
meaning’s
severed half-
lives for cantos.
Mine pine
after dorsal
fins. Drafts
drown in
throat. I’m
pssst tense
subjunctive
unfolding
spine, needling
form’s tomb
marrow sonata.
Tingly
E taunts bow
fingers dawn
lightly butchers
an author
botches cadence
mutters in violet.
A Note from the Editor
"Noa Micaela Fields is a trans poet who uses hearing aids. 'Echolalia' brings attention to the relationship between speech, sounds, and how these can mediate our experience of poetics and the world around us." - Guest Editor Alisha Isherwood
Source: Zoeglossia: Poem of the Week, May 17, 2021 ( Zoeglossia, 2021 )
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