Love letter
by Donika Kelly
I wake each morning.
And am disappointed in the waking.
In the evening, in the hours before sleep,
I drag canyons into my forearms, dredge
the little tributaries of mud and fish.
These pits and hollows make a mess of everything
they touch. I am feeling, spooling
away from what holds muscle to bone.
Tumbling from what holds me to the world.
O, to do away with the meat and light of me.
from BESTIARY: POEMS by Donika Kelly. Published by Graywolf Press. Copyright 2016 by Donika Kelly.
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