Brett Harrington

De Profundis

I stare into a fire
hacks swarms of embers.
All around me
birch-bones glow.
Above only a fang
of moon. I hold
my palms to flames—
could I pray,
could a prayer
tear through my breath’s
cocoon: come,
come morning
like a shattering
of white moths.

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Brett Harrington’s previous publications include Third Coast, The Inflectionist Review and Bluestem. He was a finalist for the 2012 Best of the Net award.