my mouth
pressed to
innocence, my
mouth
pressed to
heaven
or none
or
few, a cold
washed ash
could a
cold choir
wash in
fire—
the palm
of my
tongue walks
through
the earth, spills
from leaves
as could they
encase
Todd Melicker regularly communes with the fog of San Francisco’s Outer Richmond. ‘rendezvous’, his first full length collection, was published by Rescue Press in 2013. His work can also be found in VOLT, jubilat, and Verse.