Brett Elizabeth Jenkins
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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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/
Return to March 2016 Edition