previously published in Cafe Review (Spring 2004)
Radio Song
Clumsy bones, sweet stumbled heart,
wail your crack-brained tears,
hunt me in the dark,
shake me blue, crush me in your wire fingers,
kiss my jagged mouth,
open me wide,
shove heartbreak through my hundred
stubborn veins, play me for a fool, I’m so,
I’m so
unsatisfied, oh clutch my throat,
cry for me, over and over,
I bite fingers, I lick salt.
Dawn Potter is the author of two collections of poetry--most recently How the Crimes Happened, forthcoming from CavanKerry Press. Her poems and essays have appeared in the Sewanee Review, the Threepenny Review, Salamander, and many other journals, and she's been nominated for a 2009 Pushcart Prize. A member of the Beloit Poetry Journal’s editorial board, Dawn will be the 2008 resident poet/teacher at the Frost Place's Conference on Poetry and Teaching. Otherwise, she mostly stays home. Periodically, however, she sweats through violin competitions, manages a goat dairy, teaches elementary school music, abets a pre-teen rock band, edits academic manuscripts, canvasses for Greenpeace, and raises chickens and pigs. She lives in Harmony, Maine, with photographer Thomas Birtwistle and their two sons.
