Walking Shadows

// excerpt from Intensive: Women in Literature

We outline long-grown shadows in the field where we lay;
I set my gaze upon the apricot horizon.
I glide through the grisly Augusta Bay.

Pine nut and honeysuckle resound in May;
my lungs clasp onto pockets of air.
We outline our long-grown shadows in the field where we lay.

The red eyes sway and lead me astray
Juno orders Castor to cajole, capture, and case me into a black byway. But,
I glided through the grisly Augusta Bay.

Hell’s shadows gainsay against Jezebel,
the screaming demons that make me fall.
We outline our long-grown shadows in the field where we lay.

I know what you feel like — the touch, smell, and taste of your love
But I crumble with your familiar touch.
I glided through the grisly Augusta Bay.

I still believe the world is a beautiful place,
But my soles refuse to pick up the dust. So,
We outline our long-grown shadows in the field where we lay;
I glided through the grisly Augusta Bay.