Hope
by Aimée Keeble
These deceitful jaws:
I am waking in the hours
when our violences are sleeping, saturated in dreams and oily-
a hiatus from breath
And a surprise, always- the trees
as they continue with or without us
I called my mother the other day
and sang down flowers
Like that time I found a kitten
blind and crushed and her body after me
delighted in petals
Always, I will be,
half a happiness holding from my open mouth-
the flood
with tiny golden claws
Aimée Keeble has her Master of Letters in Creative Writing from the University of Glasgow and is represented by Ayla Zuraw-Friedland at the David Black Agency. Aimée lives in North Carolina with her dog Cowboy and is working on her first novel. She is the grand-niece of Beat writer and poet Alexander Trocchi.
