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Brett Elizabeth Jenkins
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DEAR WILDER / NESS

Dear icy sky, dear white bird with two loud 

eyes, I am lost inside you please come out

& play, please come out & find me. Please 

come out wherever you are I cannot find a way 

to say forget her. Dear me, dear me oh my, dear 

oh my word, oh my darling, I am lost. I don't 

have two clementines to rub together, I don't have 

even one grain of sand. When I shut my eyes 

I am endlessly stuck in your hair, I am gone 

forever, I have gone with the wind, I have run 

away, I am lost. & dear beheaded deer, which I 

stumbled on in this wilderness, I too have 

swallowed my thoughts unsuccessfully and they 

pour out of me, a stream through my hooves.




Brett Elizabeth Jenkins lives and writes in St. Paul. She is the author of the chapbook Oh No Everything (Pockets Press 2015). Look for her work in Beloit Poetry Journal, PANK, Drunken Boat, Painted Bride Quarterly, and elsewhere. Visit her at brettejenkins.blogspot.com/
 




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