King Clone Creosote
Belted bees thirst and even the greasewood is
A hollow bath breathing the heady morning clean
a steaming
jackrabbit
grasshopper
camel
Shape caught out of time but mouthing as one breath
A waxing awn waking unto itself and itself
How does one experience a brazen branch
To break the reproductive specter in a ring ever expanding outward?
One fruiting body but the breath holds water like rain
One body to one body to one body
A rhizomatic nesting
Held as a glottal pass or an open juncture
Registering disruption registering emergence registering emergency
When considering the clone one must consider the wraith
As a word to contain
A breath that breathes for more
BRITA SAUER is an MFA Candidate in Poetry at NMSU and Assistant Poetry Editor for Puerto del Sol. Read more.