McCannot (prodigalsun) wrote,
McCannot
prodigalsun

i. soviet ohio - ii. imperial arkansas

i.
often, you escape
& we scramble through pastures
& our bare fingers aim
like guns,
still smoking slightly,
bleeding faintly
from burrs, thistles, midwestern flak.
the wind chokes,
at a loss for words.
a younger girl twirls
in a glassy-eyed mirror,
hem dragging in champaign.

ii.
hysterical no longer
implies laughter.
wind lets down
& two bodies
untwine
in the spotlights.
dont ever be
disappointed or shocked
or reminded of
your sibylline lover, yawning
in a bed of clover, crushed
& bleeding thin green.
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