Elizabeth Jacobson Mountains Hidden in Mountains

Always my right side tugging me on,

my right eye weeping,

the furious liver, shouting.


Always a rising,

a mountain inside a mountain.

Always an uproar

above the mountain.


The full moon

pulling everything through.


Always the vacancy.


I promised to be naked,

to walk on my knees up the mountain

and if the mountain doubts me,

I promise to take more off.


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