stephanie jones


Desert


is the true gothic

what lightness to guide     sunshine like
new tongued lithiuim

sucking last life
out of surprised cactus     and never
praying for rain

what obscure world
what mind to be in
that could come close
to your deliverance

think snake even thinks of you

think sun sets once
with you in mind

try lizard mercy     sun mercy
cactus     snake     sand
tongue forked to flick
at nothing in particular

your own absence