1.

Plague.

Rivers run true,

Bury themselves in the earth.

The animals,

Insects blaze out. Keep me close here,

Sweat pressed up against your eyelids,

Round this next curve.

We learn to fight

and make dirt

Taste good. We remember cheeseburgers,

Fuck like grease.

This hollow

Sound in my chest,

This wind that doesn’t come.

Jenna, when was the last time I thought

About you.