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border territories

Clearing the table of dishes tonight,
I candled my hand against a flame.
In these narrowed days I light
constellations of white pillars
at each sundown, devising beams
of steady radiance where I can.
Backlit, I saw vein and webbing,
my flesh the color of a hot unclouded sun.
A reminder that places of emptiness
will let through the light.

Like all things, a candle has a lexicon;
I do not know it. I know only that I
have studied the border territories
of yellow to gold inside
the teardrop of the flame.
I know only that if you whisper
a finger over the ghostly heat spiral
rising from the incandescence, you will burn.
I know best the wickfeather, where
the fire is hemmed and circled
by the press of air at its edges.
Beware this delicate place,
where we are most at risk
of breath and gale and end.


Michelle Bailat-Jones, St. Legier, Switzerland


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