The Land Bridge

and so it begins with the usual waterworks– the mosquitoes in the field–
in the desperation of Ohio– nervous hikers stick to the path–
the fearlessness of the white-tails– through fields of scion– bodies smoked in sugar–
the flames lay beside this girlhood– making no move– so the day peels itself
from its gatherings– unravels in no hurry– summer air strips you into fishbone–
carcass– sky-lint– I know how soil scars the skin– and a girl– bittersweet
with the Red Sox tee– torn at the neck– is funereal– in the fields– rid of fruit–
there are words I cannot say– tell me about how I follow
deer droppings into the backwoods– I am made
of wild grass and unpierced ears– I want to be– unearthed–
showered in catchable light– the candy from a township parade– the belief
of lusting after bad loving–