appealing

The Maynard
Spring 2015

Katie Quackenbush

thirsty

basking
in the sublime
sense of being
followed

there’s no saving her

buried in her belly:
a lesson
          (a crisis
     ; a fish
       tumbling upwards)

were the moon
half her size

she’d be as brave
as a nude doll
face-down in sand

and grow thick
as a calloused palm
from years
of waiting