Marc Nair (b. 1981)
SELECTED POEMS
I Dream of Medusa
Materials: seed, bamboo stick
When the jellyfish come
they will be in bobbing clouds
of soundless bodies, wild
tentacles grasping the sky.A touch is electric enough
to entrance and turn us
not to stone, but husk;
empty of desires,
floating in their wake.We keep them dried,
carefully planted at corners
of houses; may whatever
darkness that tries to enter
look them in the eyes.
by Marc Nair
from The Earth in our Bones (2023)
