This poem was nominated for The Best of the Net.
Elkhips leaning any way they want
since up to the day of discovery,
their word is pivot. There’s a reason
bones are like books, and why
you breathe your air and live in them.
Or elk stomach as a church
where charms help once blood ties
to blood and genes go to ground. Elk
as a barehearted ghost: a season
never spending the sky in
a way you were led to expect.
LAURINDA LIND quarantines in New York’s North Country. Some publications/ acceptances are in CALAMITY, Déraciné, E-ratio, Oxidant | Engine, and Spillway; also in anthologies What I Hear When Not Listening: Best of The Poetry Shack & Fiction, Vol. I (Sonic Boom), and Civilization in Crisis (FootHills Publishing). She is a Best of the Net nominee.
