LXVI.
by Benjamin Winkler
crushed summer beetles with barefeet
bargained the meaning of said
counted breaths between lightning out
on kresson it is not the experience
but an account of windows down
turnpike headed north new york
low gas batsto a handful
of loam with cocolaglass in it
we made ournselves a denial
LXVII.
skinned mouth for begun to woods edge
cutfield where mothers nourish us
selves half stalks mix pollutants
rt. 70 a pallet we undressed
fold clamskin back from bone
could use breath bandaged
each other in bedsheets counted
contrails over pines the same
belief we had in beginnings
LXIX.
caught racetrack wrote prayers on discarded
slips stuck in chainlink between parking
lot and wawa could mister til someone
called thin as car exhaust
evaporated like heat on asphalt
scraped palms skinned knees a please
that stuck in the back of the throat
a quick gesture made hand for hand
a winner turning hard around