one taste

does moonmilk quiver on every lake
you wade
because the whole world tastes like you now
umami and lychee slick

changing hands
to spin and push me from 10 directions

the throats that sing and swallow me, yours
the world imagined in this electric lock, yours

I feel each fall of footsteps
called to the night

if you can read my light, dive



Image Credits: Jay Clark

Ashley Nebelsieck

Ashley Nebelsieck was born in Hyannis, Massachusetts. Her credits include “The Backdoor to Enlightenment” (co-authored with Tibetan monk Za Rinpoche, Random House, 2008), and her work has been featured in Noble / Gas Quarterly, PoetryCircle's front page, Typishly, the Baltimore Review, the Association of Writers’ Pedagogy Papers, and others.

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