Those who congregated
to heat the room
swore to never do it again,
never whip the mare,
feed it bee stings,
or dice fishing line and bait
horizontally on the mattress
to be mauled by wolves
that leave paw prints over our tangled hair.
from Flood SongFind it in the library
Copyright © 2009 Sherwin Bitsui
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