Distant hills (undulate)
Megan Kaminski
Deep on the horizon we hold dumb soft, receiving bodies into our
body by shovel, by lake, by airplane. Arms, legs, hands, toes—cold
broken lanky whole—we receive you, envelope in long limbs broad
shoulder. We embrace your body lacquered gray soaked rubbery
blue into damp soil. Little by little the light throws shadows
dampening horizonal lines softening belly fur. Blue-green valleys
froth dew froth mist. Night falls and cries carry underground, cycling
whimpers deep into lime clay bedrock. Blind eyes direct paws
tunneling through histories of bone histories of flesh and breaking.
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Megan Kaminski is the author of one book of poetry, Desiring Map (Coconut Books, 2012) and six chapbooks of poetry. She teaches creative writing and literature at the University of Kansas. http://www.megankaminski.com/