zafusy

Each hill damp
with moles

& salt dances up
like drowning

bison. Humpbacks.
A viscous

reminder
incised deep in our

deadest-
duck lungs.

Garth Graeper

Rain weasels
the green way

through bowls again.
An archangel

hums & part owl
the snake

dance is still
part marrow and wind.

Lash that cherry
down.

Garth Graeper

The Bowery
dream cart’s filled

with rat on a spit.
A real lupine

emergency
system & the devil’s

bells. Sing wild
razor. Wild red

notes like
snow rabbits.

Garth Graeper