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.

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