SHE FOUND EVERYTHING SHE NEEDED
She’d tell him about the
fangs in the haystack
the ransacked granite
and he’d look at the mail all the
or stare at TV news
puncturing her tale with umm-hmm
while he spit tobacco juice
into a drained amber beer bottle—
and that’s when she disappeared.
She’d swept the stubble of her
beneath her diaphragm until it
began to hurt.
She walked backward, past the
past the shrunken bonsai
the metal barn with the mock X
snapped into place
to the tree in the middle of the
its branches moving like flukes
in a watery sky.
She climbed and found everything
She hid among branches blowing
Leaves graced her hair
and the tree dropped resin on her
like a baptism.
One night in a deluge she lay
her head resting on one muscular
When the rain stopped, a tiny
presented itself from her wrist.
It looked like a bud. . .