Lavender Ink at NOPF
Poem from a Jumper
Most people don’t live long enough
to inhale water.
There is no drowning
at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge,
but there are fractured ribs
almost every time, almost every rib,
as if Adam himself could be shattered.
Shards of bone travel like tiny scalpels,
haphazardly pierce the spleen, the liver.
Shattered vertebrae seek organs
like search missiles.
One woman jumped from Golden Gate,
second trimester pregnant,
with no injury to the uterus or fetus,
as if someone held this baby
in large, soft hands.
–from The Language of Phosphorescence, by Jeff Grieneisen, which will launch at the New Orleans Poetry Festival, April 20.