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.




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/