JULIA COHEN

 

THE UPLIFT

I agitate what you lost,

the molar- a man’s his close                                                                            

friend's I

 

I called to search for

the victim in the ship; a harelip obligation

 

The place that did not invest you

divulges small

twinges of chalk

 

Launch our mother who knows

when to eat

 

Please don't stop speaking,

show me your wing

 

A molasses bracelet fractures

in the winter light

 

I invested in the sinking ship

Sometimes you have to believe in the obvious

 

A compass or a cough