SAINT JULIAN PRESS

Stephanie Kartalopoulos ~ Poet

INHERITANCE                 
                 

​Leave, hills, the unrolled sky, the clouds
like horse tails in quickening steeds. Leave
                         
to July the thrust of dark and pavement, the low-
voiced bass like a spirit guide to the jugular. And me?
                                
For me, the neighborhood of our evening walk,
the sticky smell of grass tripping and heady
 
with a great heat. O architect of my famous garret,
o arc of spiders, this is all I want.
 
Your silken scarf tethering my wrists, a rusty truck
with brakes old and weak like a wake-up call
                             
too close to my kitchen window. An endless blue
and spinnerets that shoot every uninhabited space.
 
Someday, I can weave a cloth of this. I can make
the ways you loved me last beyond a quiet care,
 
the heirloom pearls still in your still ears.

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Cover Art: THE POOL by Kate McCammon