by Elisabeth Blair
A piece of hay between the teeth,
resting on the lower lip.
Waiting by the river
for a friend.
Finishing,
standing up to get dressed.
Watching for an approach,
bodies like corn,
rifles hanging like husks.
Elisabeth Blair is a poet, interdisciplinary artist, and feminist podcaster. Her poetry has most recently appeared in Right Hand Pointing and Brickplight, and is forthcoming in Feminist Studies, cream city review, and S/tick. Her chapbook, We He She/It, is available through Dancing Girl Press. www.elisabethblair.net
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