Sunken Ships on Fire – Devon Balwit

Here, the sun
is only a rumor.
Any glow,
we create,
rubbing against
one another,
passing coals
mouth to mouth.
With the right cuts,
skin releases
a feathering of rust.
A ruby
the flicker
of lost candles.
We feed
the burning,
the swell
tipping us
compass points.
Down ribbed
strangers bear
stalked lanterns
as, gathering barnacles,
our jumble of bones
then settles.

devon balwitDevon Balwit is a teacher/poet from Portland, OR. She has two chapbooks: how the blessed travel (Maverick Duck Press) & Forms Most Marvelous (forthcoming with dancing girl press). Her work has found many homes, some of which are: The Inflectionist Review, The Cincinnati Review, The Stillwater Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Red Earth Review, Timberline Review, Glass: A Journal of Poetry.