One Limb
Swim down, sisters, swim the cave holds bones hunted by men, one limb of elder antelope in dim corners glistens under echoed tones swim down, sisters, swim stretch from toes and sing as seraphims find the tunnel marked by crones hunted by men, one limb of animal sparkles in secrets dim and dark, but useful in the bones swim down, sisters, swim find the others, abandon the slim space you’ve lived within alone, hunted by men, one limb ripped from another limb, rise like aspens from the loam, hunted by men, one limb Amy Alexander lives and writes near the Mississippi River in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Her work has appeared in several journals, most recently Mojave Heart Review, Cease, Cows, Mooky Chick, The Remembered Arts, RKVRY, and Dirty Paws Review. Follow her on Twitter @iriemom. |