1 poem
Chiseled
Sleight of hand: rough-cut from a mountain’s ribcage.
Sleight of mind: the thought of you massive, loaded—
out of nothing come to me through the weighted
blow of my singing
silver hammer striking again, again I
break
yes piece
by piece. In me
—bits and piec-
es
sentient shapes carve
themselves
forcing strange te-
rrain. You.
Sweet chisel.
Tjaden Lotito holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Western Colorado University.