By Jenn Powers

 

 

he cleans his fingernails with a knife

& cooks bone soup      fresh kill from the forest         blood flecks

mud-caked construction boots            late afternoon

light     purple now      cools the surface

of work benches          & then he looks

at you  thrown up against the wall                  & it makes you crazy

don’t you want a love that makes you crazy?

maybe it’s lust             heat shooting up

from pelvis to heart to head                 like a dead tree

finally being ripped out of the ground

pickup trucks & chains & then there’s that lifted soil            earth & worms & roots

how you could lay down & die in it & that would be just fine—

’cause that kind of rush erases the loss around us

 

 

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Jenn Powers is a writer and visual artist from New England. She’s working on a memoir and a psychological thriller. She has work published or forthcoming in Hayden’s Ferry Review, The Pinch, Jabberwock Review, Mud Season, Thin Air, Calyx, Stonecoast Review, and Star 82 Review, among others. Please visit www.jennpowers.com.

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