Boy at Edge of Woods

After his gasp and god damn,
after his zipper closes
its teeth, his tongue leaves
its shadows, leaves me
alone to pick pine needles
from my hair, to brush brown
leaves off my shirt as blades
of light hang from the trees,
as I relearn my legs, mud-stained
knees, and walk back
to my burning house.

Saeed Jones, ‘Boy at Edge of Woods’ from ‘Prelude to Bruise’.

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