4th Annual Terrain.org Poetry Contest Finalist
How to enter the woods like water
I forget the outfaced
windows I have blurred
and mottled as the lightning
etches
the sky like damaged film,
forget my part
in viscosity and snot;
cold breath, spit
and rain.
I do not imagine rust
or the pain of falling,
or the rabid one
that drinks from tin
cups in the storm,
its wagging tongue,
the raveled saliva string.
I was only worm-gloss
when the junco picked me up,
the root-rot in drowning
mold and loam.
I never try to give it up,
never think about this cycle
of evaporation and convection,
these poor approximations
of desire.
I have traveled enough
to know how little it pays
to worry where you are.
How to enter empathy
Be in sickness as
A ruminant with an intestinal twist.
Find words that might evoke the smell of mud—
Sour, loam, sweat—
Walk where it furrows and hardens
With glints of ice and bluish snow.
Each you you have been is brinked
Upon the solemnity of loss—
Each time you speak, the concept
Of summer grows more tenuous.
The best in you is the worst in all of us.
Trust plodding, inefficient steps
When you hear them. You are algal
In the mind of lakes.
It isn’t clear, but it can be clearly put—
Steer out of the cult of wellness.
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