beyond liquid song

i wanted to know that’s all it ever takes
the mapped universe of gods and ringed planets
falx splitting a shield in two at a single blow
my name breaking to pieces when all
i wanted to know     beyond liquid song
is what’s mired in the act itself what temptation
might be what thirst there is even when i’m
not thirsty     an other’s touch     fingers that
scrape you dry     a fallen branch that is only
ever a twig in the mouth of winter that is only
ever a tongue tasting the bitter air that is only
ever the end of something kind     better
to pick up a sickle and carve out a bed of grass
breathe dandelions and think about what
i wanted to know and know i was mistaken.

 

Volume 12.1 - June 2019

Writing mainly of memory and place, Ágnes Cserháti’s poetry has won the Hart House Poetry Prize (University of Toronto) twice and has been shortlisted for the Bridport Prize (U.K.) and the Gwendolyn MacEwen Poetry Competition (Toronto). Her writing has been published in Hart House Review (Toronto), with Black Sheep Journal (U.K.), Dodging the Rain (Ireland), CatheXis Northwest Press (U.S.), and The Esthetic Apostle (U.S.). Her first chapbook, unremembered, was published with Frog Hollow Press (Victoria, B.C.) in May 2019.