PALINDROME FOR DANAË'S ESCAPE BY RACHEL PRIZANT KOTOK

Day,


Danaë.




Lure, chase. Nobles’


mad maws.




No.




It as secret


awe. Both promised it.




Pure hero, Danaë,


codex ever of rust, iron.




Oh, no.




We spiral


life buoys


as you be




fill a rip


sew on


honor it




surf


ore-vexed


ocean




adore


her


upsides.




I morph to be


water.



Cessation. Swam


damsel bones.




Ah, cerulean.


A dyad.