THE WILD WITHIN
he smelled like a troll
jammed fistfuls of earth into his mouth
vexed
he didn’t know where her other life was
refused it to her even before she was born
adrift
acclimated to candy canes salt water taffy
tampons she jammed print cartridges in her ears
besieged
exposition obedience baptism
the biology of accrual jammed into the sweet hereafter
burning
he smelled like a troll
jammed fistfuls of earth into his mouth
vexed
he didn’t know where her other life was
refused it to her even before she was born
adrift
acclimated to candy canes salt water taffy
tampons she jammed print cartridges in her ears
besieged
exposition obedience baptism
the biology of accrual jammed into the sweet hereafter
burning
MECHANICAL AND HORTICULTURAL
ragweed, molding debris, fertilizer
early morning skunk
the syntax of things
splintered
edged into the churn—green-grey
clouds burst drowning out crickets
your shirt untucked
my hand on the buckle
there is no point mowing the Zoysia
one one thousand—two one thousand—three one thousand—four
the air electric, the probability of being struck, not stopping
—who are you without me
About Laura Lehew:
Laura LeHew loves zombie movies, Dexter, and Anne Carson [in a purely platonic-poetic way] she is hoping for a non-CGI comeback of Werewolves. She has one husband, seven cats, and never sleeps. She edits www.utteredchaos.org.
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