Lost Lake

Lost Lake LOST LAKE / We do not leave our bodies behind. In each new field our bones with us. we bury our flesh and carry Slipped into a pocket, we are fists without fingers, a single tooth, scarred cheek, a sunken chin. We are hands opening, webbed thumbs. In each new field our hair drops from our skin, drifts into the grass, We have eaten common floats away with our tongues. nightshade and jimson, lips swelling shut. We have lived underground like tubers, wed into the same family, shoots rising from our one good eye. We move on, sometimes we stop. We say, the land is fine here, then our fists become clay pots filling with the bones of our own fingers. We move on, stand inside an old barn, the boards, ribs caving in. 42 · The Missouri Review Our bodies float inside a hull. float across water, sink to the bottom of a lake where we enter each other's house, peel off our clothes and lie down on more solid ground. Alone all winter, we only get better. But if we are touched when wet, a fungus will spread through the night and the stars will swim http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

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LOST LAKE / We do not leave our bodies behind. In each new field our bones with us. we bury our flesh and carry Slipped into a pocket, we are fists without fingers, a single tooth, scarred cheek, a sunken chin. We are hands opening, webbed thumbs. In each new field our hair drops from our skin, drifts into the grass, We have eaten common floats away with our tongues. nightshade and jimson, lips swelling shut. We have lived underground like tubers, wed into the same family, shoots rising from our one good eye. We move on, sometimes we stop. We say, the land is fine here, then our fists become clay pots filling with the bones of our own fingers. We move on, stand inside an old barn, the boards, ribs caving in. 42 · The Missouri Review Our bodies float inside a hull. float across water, sink to the bottom of a lake where we enter each other's house, peel off our clothes and lie down on more solid ground. Alone all winter, we only get better. But if we are touched when wet, a fungus will spread through the night and the stars will swim

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The Missouri ReviewUniversity of Missouri

Published: Oct 5, 1981

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