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PREFACE by Rajiv Mohabir

Let's pretend you are going hunting.
You pack your gear: a buck knife, a bow
and arrows cleft from the straight weeds, wild
in my front yard. You perch in a red oak, yearning
for those chilly mornings that signal harvest.

Let’s pretend you are going hunting.
You pack your gear: a buck knife, a bow
and arrows cleft from the straight weeds, wild
in my front yard. You perch in a red oak, yearning
for those chilly mornings that signal harvest.
The copper of pine needles falling; whether
you catch me or not is not the point. You look first
at the wandering deer, the bigger prize,
full of meat and bone, with a skin to cure,
but you keep an eye peeled for upland birds too,
smaller, easier to mount once ensnared. You don’t need a guide
to hollow lungs of song. Yes, I said,
birds are easy to work with, their refugee bones
hollowed for flight, so small and delicate,
they may as well not be there. I have always
made myself invisible. I mean to say
I am still—the trembling breath of a comma,
the coincidental object of your want.

 

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About Rajiv Mohabir

Rajiv Mohabir
Rajiv Mohabir is the author of two chapbooks, na bad-eye me (Pudding House Press, 2010) and na mash me bone (Finishing Line Press, 2011). Published in various journals including Saw Palm, Blood Lotus, and Kartika Review, he was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2010. Rajiv is an editor of the Ozone Park Journal, run by the M.F.A. students at Queens College. He recently studied in Jaipur, India.