In the tallgrass where all gold starts wind became my additional lover. His hand the inflorescence one finger partially gone— Lovegrass/ Panicgrass/ Witchgrass./ ** I carefully researched how to bait my trap. Took the small blonde charmer out of town. Stealer of cholla, eater of sun murdered plants. I knew it would die coming back. ** Ajo lilies now up to my waist. What blackened the opal knowledge— What his ghost finger traced. Copyright © 2017 Louise Mathias. Used with permission of the author. |
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