Tuesday, September 13, 2011


I nourished the palms of this lullaby with magnetic milk
In search of my most precious pearl.

I came upon you writhing in the breathable twilight.

To you I bartered
Isles of kaleidoscope marrow,
Tufts of lucent beatification.

Reborn in a house of thunder,
You readied me for storyteller contortion.

Who could resist
This birth of eliding palatine,
This up well of Lascaux precipice?

About Gaehel L. Spencer:
GaƩhel L. Spencer has never published a thing on his life. Originally from Billings, Montana, he came of age in Washington, DC. He currently lives in Bozeman, Montana and will be applying to medical school in a year.

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