6

The tall grass the splinters the rocks & the manes
Are driven by something We don’t know its name
It circuits & fractures & hums under our skin
Leads us back to the place from where we begin

My sister a chorus behind her sings over the thumb piano
She touches my shoulder smiling takes my hand leads me
I can’t see a thing to her cabin where a pot boils over a fire
& women are skinning carrots & potatoes
in soft dresses crosslegged on the soft wood floor
they hum the same tune as she

She talks to me & all I hear is comfort & I never say a word
& she brings me bread & milk & meat & leads me outside
to gather a chicken & struggles it to the chopping block

when it falls I pluck the feathers but they’re too soft

When I get my sight back she’s gone
The cabin & the women are gone
& my hands are bloody
over a dead rabbit