ARKANSAS WRITERS AWARD WINNER &
EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD
BY EK KRONE
hunters & gatherers
everything i am is reinforced by everything i am not:
boy means not girl, girl means not God, God means not real;
not real as in the fact that i am a selfish girl: you give & i gather.
you hunt & i harvest. this body, a field of flesh so full & still frail.
when your eyes take me in, i will leave with more than you have, shocked
at what can fit in the still open mouth, what words could break
the small line of dissonance between damned & done for.
Genesis
although he eats, you—bitter, hunger for more. sink
the starved teeth into the mouth, bite out any word
that might say tomorrow. say tomorrow. i want to feel
your lips, how your chest will rise & fall, feel you take
the bite, the snake to Eve. i do not require much tempting.
