
women grow ones
bright in Ivernness
pythons smell
the wet for deer
cops shiver in
the tropic wind
palms bald in
the tropic wind
sugared whipping
shards of roofs
whispered price
of Arab oil
I’ve thought as
hard as God allows
this is what
I tell myself
maybe squinting
through the churn
will He think
I’m someone else
____
Zamora Lagos lives in Georgia.
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