I counseled at a camp one summer
a centipede twisted in my sneaker
a bumblebee curled in my blanket
vibrating. they called me Artemis
a sky aching with stars, a howling
in creek cavern splitting plateaus
I wanted to follow that cry into the
ravine feeling moist root steps bare
movies flickered through my mind
of myself bloody against the rocks
a murderer decimating a counselor
to go deeper to the middle of dark
to put my feet in water, stare inside
screeching bird as it feasted on prey
my reason removed layer by layer
flesh parting until I arrived at bone
scratching survival sentences until I
ascended, notches as climbing hooks
BIO: Laura Madeline Wiseman is an award winning writer
teaching in the southwest. Her works have appeared in 13th Moon,
The Comstock Review, Fiction International, apostrophe, Poetry Motel,
Driftwood, Familiar, Spire Magazine, Colere, Clare, Flyway Literature
Review, Nebula, and other publications. She is the Literary Editor
for IntheFray and a regular contributor to
Empowement4Women. Check out her website at
www.u.arizona.edu/~madelily.
Email:
c/o Moondance
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