The weather a memory too busy getting drunk and lost, getting high and lost, getting fucked and lost, to ever remember the giving of birth and the having of children, their blood thicker than tree sap, fire surrounding their cages of ribs, the dead leaves under their feet as they wander through a forest, any forest, the craving of the rustle of bush of one body under another, and when I see them, they tear out their eyes and for a moment, they are no longer lost—they are no longer.
Leigh Chadwick is the author of the poetry coloring book This Is How We Learn to Pray, illustrated by Stephanie Kirsten, as well as the full-length collection Wound Channels. Her poetry has appeared in Salamander, Passages North, HAD, and No Contact, among others. She is a regular contributor at Olney Magazine, where she conducts the “Mediocre Conversations” interview series. Find her on Twitter at @LeighChadwick5.
image: MM Kaufman