the beams of our house are silver
our rafters are brass
rain our steel drummer
when we play across the tops of bottles
we invent an organ inside an organ
fireproof maybe melting
cracks in our windows made
by parabolic words tossed
at high velocity our house
could not cage them
they broke through glass
leaving leaks of clean wind
Maya K Lowy is a ginger and a wanderer. Since getting her B.A. in linguistics and creative writing from NYU, she is, for the foreseeable future, untethered. In the meantime, you can find her work in publications such as West 10th, the Portland Review, and the Headless Society’s Guillotine—and she can be contacted at mlowy@nyu.edu.
“My current favorite sharp object is a ceramic knife. It chops beautifully and need never be sharpened. Also, it is badass.”
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