1.23.15

Glassine

I am a shucked oyster, proof the desert
once was undersea. You are the Cyprus
invasive, sucking in one hundred times
your weight in shallow river water my
salt floated in. You led me on I literally 

climbed mountains for you it was a bluff,
a cave lip, a canyon ridge swamp marsh
gulf and finally, every inch of green sky
covered the bowl of ocean.

That sea we slept beside grew darker than
bruise. Milk thistle pods we prayed within
soon claustrophobic as clouds grumbling
over one another swept beside by
brut winds and abused. 

Our basest understanding thunderous
plods of earth left to dry like indigenous
longhorn spinal bones bleached by dry
unmerciful heat.