Crashlanded.
Wheels torn off,
emptied lamps [un]staring,
strange innards exposed and tossed.
Wreck, hulk, husk, hunkered
on dirt, becoming dirt.
A sapling reaches up from her guts.
(First published in The Broadkill Review)
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
Crashlanded.
Wheels torn off,
emptied lamps [un]staring,
strange innards exposed and tossed.
Wreck, hulk, husk, hunkered
on dirt, becoming dirt.
A sapling reaches up from her guts.
(First published in The Broadkill Review)