From CutBank 70
Sex
They lay across each other in the shape of a secular cross.
Her expression she had modeled off a Klimt. He on top.
They wrapped around, not one another, but intimations.
His face was taken from a photograph she’d taken.
He’d visited some pornographic sites.
They’d seen a cross of limbs in the newspaper— Maria Tallchief and George Balanchine.
They’d seen a cross in the yard of a woman, whose breasts he kept thinking of, lilium candidum.
This woman used her shadow to calibrate the sun’s position until her shadow became the dark.
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Olivia Clare's poems have appeared in Poetry, London Magazine, and Southern Review. Her short stories are published or forthcoming in Kenyon Review, n+1, Ecotone, and Hopkins Review. In 2011, she was awarded the Ruth Lilly Fellowship by the Poetry Foundation. She is a founding editor of The Winter Anthology.