Legion
Katherine Indermaur
I wake coiled with morning
The sky heaves like a cracked stone
Each quiet inch of skin I offer
To sun pierced a legion of freckles
At the middle of your life lies your death
At the middle of mine this story
It will never be the same to starve
(The last line comes from Emily Dickinson’s “Oh Sumptuous Moment”: “’Twill never be the same to starve”)