Manon Revuelta

Look at this busy dance I do with my hand

When I’m talking to people

Shredding paper in the darkness of my pocket

It is the quiet work of saying things

Like bees or ants aren’t still when they build things

And I admire it and I wonder why it is

We put our hands together to pray

I suppose we must show that our hands are not doing anything

That there is finally nothing happening behind the scenes

Which I can’t imagine is most honest



By Manon Revuelta

is a writer from New Zealand. She is the author of girl teeth (Hard Press, 2017), & has previously published poetry in Sweet Mammalian (NZ), Deluge (US), Brief (NZ), & Turbine (NZ).