Laura Carter

To the Life of a Network, Texture is Elision

A watermark is mystery.
Someone is watching from a skyline –
at eye level, conscious
is vapor
& silk or fish-
net stockings,
a science of

one man’s foreclosure
were falling from
sheets of fixation with umbrage light
as skeins of flowers
you name bridges in threes & couples as you
sound your syllables outside of a cave
where we live your better evenings

atonement is one word
that cannot be translated into another voluble
still frame, dear lover. You’ll keep a lamp lit for a decade.

About the Author

Laura Carter is a poet and teacher in Atlanta, Georgia. She has published numerous chapbooks, individual poems, and book reviews.