Drag me Mind burning
To enjoy
My human animal

Turning me in & in
Deeper than Ocean

My spine yet garlanded
With circus habits
—Mind gropes the air in Long fingers

& meets the birds doing their passagework
Smearing the sky    So swift

They will not be the Mob in me
They will not be expressed for Eros
Or Elegy

No Stem no Core My lips are losing
Their set My paws wet & heavy
In the roaring torrent

There    Some terrible Freedom
Of shapelessness

O Tigers Meat of my Heart I still cannot
Take off the words

SANDRA LIM's first book, Loveliest Grotesque, was published in 2006 by Kore Press. Her poetry has appeared in American Letters & Commentary, Denver Quarterly, Boston Review, Court Green, and other journals. She is the recipient of a MacDowell Colony Fellowship, a Soul Mountain Fellowship, and a 2006 Pushcart Prize nomination.