by A.J. Odasso

Once, before there was

your voice, I wrote lies

just as I am lying

to you now.

I seek cause-bound

effect, action with

sound consequence

in the trajectory

arc of your text.

There is none of my truth

so deeply entrenched here

that you will not find it:

the secret is less to solve

for these variables hidden

than what you must guess.

There is how the pyre

was prepared for us,

there is how the fire

made lovers of us—

what I want and

who you are

is one and

the same.

Now that there is your voice,

my lies bend to intersect.

Your breath solves

for the sound

of my name.

A.J. Odasso's poetry has appeared in a number of strange and wonderful publications, including Sybil's Garage, Mythic Delirium, Jabberwocky, Cabinet des Fées, Midnight Echo, Not One of Us, Dreams & Nightmares, Goblin Fruit, Strange Horizons, Stone Telling, Farrago's Wainscot, Through the Gate, Liminality, inkscrawl, and Battersea Review. Her début collection, Lost Books (Flipped Eye Publishing, 2010), was nominated for the 2010 London New Poetry Award and for the 2011 Forward Prize, and was also a finalist for the 2011 People's Book Prize. Her second collection with Flipped Eye, The Dishonesty of Dreams, was released in August of 2014. Her two chapbooks, Devil's Road Down and Wanderlust, are available from Maverick Duck Press. She holds degrees from Wellesley College and the University of York (UK). She currently lives in Boston with her partner and a tank full of inquisitive freshwater fish. You can find her online at ajodasso.livejournal.com.