Poetry By Kierstin Sieser

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Love’s Poem

I could say it plainly, but love leaves the flatlands where the sun is constant. It builds tunnels under the mountains somewhere far away. People think love likes the light, but it prefers the earth and the blood. It likes the dampness of decomposition. The small sticky sounds of birth through the soil. It snuggles closely with death turning the pins and needles to lava, filling all the empty wind with an unmade bed of intestine and laddered rib cage. Love dreams the dreams of a baby fox playing in a sand dune. Love dreams the dreams of a vulture wearing its Sunday best and waiting for the cars to pass by. Love dreams the dreams of a small child waking in the night to a crescent moon of warm milk. Love hides the silence, kisses muscle and root and vomits the bones of a mouse. Love walks the halls wailing and tangled in sinew, imagines breath and the mouse runs away. Love is the child with a vulture on its shoulder, fox fur draped around its neck. Love repeats the names and draws the faces with the tip of a match. Love listens for the rain, laying in the darkness. I could say it plainly, but love leaves the flatlands where the sun is constant.

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Kierstin Sieser is a singer-songwriter/music producer, poet and painter. She releases music with her band Tiny Ocean and as a solo artist. She published a Chapbook of art and poetry, Creation Myths in 2021. She lives in Connecticut with her son and two dogs and works for a humanitarian organization.