RAUAN KLASSNIK

BLACK & WHITE Eve’s on the grass with her legs spread wide. A boy’s wolfing down pizza looks like a sick bird. Listen to a shell and the seas inside it. Listen to the way rivers run down through me. The doors are closed. The windows open. Someone’s running a feather across my foot. Stop!

THE MOON FOR ME In the corn fields we dry fucked—bugs crawled all over our bodies. Flowers pale in the soft evening light. Boys are carrying their guitars across the hanging bridge. Soon they will sit together and strum. Music will fill me. Sometimes it’s love.

IN WAVES Bringing the day up round her like a statue, she's holding her dogs tensed all through their bodies in early morning mist. Like wrapping and rewrapping a coal. Light's streaming in through the weeds. I am made of water. Slow horses swaying. She's coming towards me in a black t-shirt and jeans.