Covering (Fig)ures – a poem by Danielle Page

Covering (Fig)ures 

I plastered leaf with spit to 
My bare breast, it fell to 
The earth, drenched in 
My feeble attempt. 
Desperately, I drew silt – 
Still, it did not stay. 

Stuck in a thickening crust 
He handed me piercing 
Bone and stiff vine
Together, we wove – 
Hoping for bird feathers, 
Hidden, shivering.

Danielle Page is a truth-teller, writer, and educator. When she’s not reading up on composition theory, she’s scribbling in her moleskine journal or hiking a mountainous trail. Her work has appeared in the Whale Road Review, Calla Press, Poetry Pacific, and elsewhere.