Sophia Terazawa

Score I // En Eminence

                                        an intarsia

Wait offstage. A potted taro’s exposed

shoots [Psyche, as told by Apuleius]

                    [à]

What a day—you paraphrase her second task

                    [à]

Down in the reeds, multiple characters forget their

lines. Silhouetted divas cut to fleece

                    [à]

[Golden] crickets signal withal but

                    [à]

Cue autumnal rebellions caught on tape.

As gathering fiber, our colony sings. Who

                    [à]

In this, collects enough to meet retelling

                    [à]

Divas signal “gold” in short, difficult

movements. Choose among four sacred

                    [à]

Animals and occupation at sea, the dolphin

                    [à]

Sealing up her eyes. You play our tape.

Tumble reaching, elders poison [offer]

                    [à]

In our colony, impossible lyrics to memorize

                    [à]

Divas die out. Ask, not saying, “Mai,

the dawn!” Cue shimmering by final proof

                    [à]

I, who forgot a line about water

                    [à]

Swim harpooned to the chest. When you go

who can I sing for? Bergamot in groves

                    [à]

As a pod, compelled to lose a sense

                    [à]

Sonar, leading through this dark which none

know not of doubling, I greet whoever curses me.

Kelly Shire