"Emily as Rabbit Fur" by Darren C. Demaree

I woke up alone
in the throat of the fields
of Ohio, dragging the skins

of my love across each
of my cheeks. I called
out to spill the birds across

the two-lane, to stay alone
with the pieces of the world
Emily wanted me to hold.

I had dreamt the blood
was still warm
& the blood was still warm.

Emily told me to stop
sharing such things
in public spaces,

like in poems, like this,
but I am always disobedient
in the light of an answer,

any number cast against
the metaphor; let the good
science stay good science

& stay far away from us.
We are for dancing
in a wind that isn’t.