14 August 2009 | Vol. 9, No. 2
Bird Creek, Alaska
Spruce trees smell
wicked at night
we lie in lavender
twilight we think
we are so clever with our pale
bodies and sly-tongued minds
but early morning we
fall inside bear dreams
wake to chest-steamed desire
stumble across damp ground
biting growling
we are graceless and unashamed
we mate from behind
greasy snouts whimpering
in fear and glory
we roll in cool creek mud
lick our tender assholes
wait for salmon.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Cinthia Ritchie at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 9, No. 2, where "Bird Creek, Alaska" ran on August 14, 2009. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
