the blueshift journal

Burden

 

the body, not the beast

 

of light, grated

 

glimmer of sand, the desert’s

 

crowned rising: cool apron

 

eclipsed by noon, by tree rats

 

and scorpions, barbed leaves

 

bitter as use—fence,

 

knobkierie,

 

a place to germinate

 

mishearing: Kameeldoring,

 

Acacia of the Giraffe:

 

the way I confused

 

tlhokafetse, died, for

 

tlhoafaletse,

 

missed, the wind no voice

 

without you