Olympic Animal

photo by author

in the astral you refuse to touch me, just
disappear behind tapestries of moss and
with cedar eyes drill holes in damp ground
for me to fall through.
if my bones crack i want to leave a legacy
of nutrients like all the bugs and ferns
in the rainforest just an hour from the campground
where in a tent surrounded by
salmonberries i dreamed
i showed you where a tick had
sucked me dry, and burst

Allie Wisniewski • 2021