silence

By: Katja Rowan

cactus spines

pink flowers

my quiet is not

blurred signs at the edges of

interstate

when the clouds

circle at night

pack of dogs

i will my body

to be

prickly pear

humidity is saturation

saturation of patience

saturation

tires the rubber

that child perches on grass

stem working between teeth

green-stained

interstate at night pack of dogs

i want a spine