Reverb by L. Vella


 
 
In lieu of
 
bridle, let
nestle be
 
tattled up. Let
snout keep. Leave
 
name, leave dust.
 
What passes for summer,
the somnifuge.
 
Underneath the lake,
something sonic
mucks low, almost
 
lost. As
for the moon,
 
it gnaws.
 
 
 
L. Vella has poems that have appeared or are forthcoming in Spork, Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, Birdfeast, Sugar House Review, and Black Warrior Review. Originally from Detroit, she is a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and now lives and works in Iowa City.