appealing

The Maynard
Spring 2018

Jordan Mounteer
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Coyote (Canis latrans)

This stretch of road becomes a fact.
Like permafrost, so obvious it underscores

all other assumptions about topography.
Maybe it’s the sigh of oncoming cars.

The Doppler effect of wanting company
that loudens as you near it and then

peters out. The drive-through coffee
at your elbow tastes like Styrofoam

and numbed cold hours ago, anyway.
Asphalt baiting you with all the tenacity

of a mother robin coaxing a predator
away from the nest. You survive

on skepticism. That what you’ll find
wherever you arrive will be enough.

Telephone poles nag at your periphery
as a reliable measure of distance.

You come to things by increments.
Friends. Felt years. Degrees of both.

At a gas station in the slush beneath
the powerlines, footprints of coyotes

tow northward like electromagnets.
The revolving of the planet in their ears

a neural magic. What frightens you
is their obedience. That being guided

by the invisible is too much
like the leap of faith that love is.