Though you are no longer here    I dream of invasive species     my mouth    wild blackberry   my words     bramble     how hard it is to say anything at all     kudzu blankets my family cemetery     the ground has eroded     & you were not there when we last opened it     no hand     in my hand      how the casket sleeps in a vault     to keep the mountainside stable     how I am unstable     my bones     mollusks & ivy     places you used to touch     I picture myself     widow    alone in my thoughts     loud as woodwasps     how the only things alive in me     are snakehead fish     caught in the estuary of my body     how they can breathe on land     how they only want to be born ​​​​​​​
Back to Top