WEEK 2: March 2019

PILGRIM By Katie Sachs

My joints pop
As I hop
Out of the boat dock
Tie it up and then,

Locked out
I find a pin and shimmy it
Into your plum pit -
A socket 
Where the truth unravels
And the grease hardens

So far
I am dumbfounded
And overwhelmed
By the reality of you
How striking your face looks
When you take off your glasses

When Earth gets in my eyes, 
I hide
Under a mountain
And turn into a pilgrim
For soft dirt
And voluptuous vibrations