Mal de la mer, or I walked the island searching for you
By Michelle Cahill
Published 12 February 2021
1.
À l’îsle, where sealers, marauders, naturalists came, the amphibology
of strangers-not-estranged.
Trying to eulogise, outlining from ornithology to anthology,
almost preservation.
My first words are amatory, armoury, (à)mourir to have and to hoard
damaged bone, the tarsometarsus, a prized feather
(... don’t think it hasn’t hurt me).
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