Two Poems
Emily Jern-Miller

Holland Pond

Even a harmonica has a hull.

Lullabies bead-strung over teeth.

Pollen plays barnacles on curve of canoe.

The river speaks in parentheses.

The J in Monarch

Underwater, your chin is smiling.
Spit sent to salt. Hands temporary anchors.
I don't know this.

All I know is your kneecaps
steady against each other
like brothers.

Swarm of symmetry.
Your ankles, a clearing.