By Mather Schneider
She stretches naked
on a yellow blanket
above the treeline.
I stand over her
and I’m naked too,
horseflies chewing
my headcheese ass.
Then I’m upon her,
a bobcat screaming
on the sunny edge
of a lonely glacier.
I’m the first me,
she’s the first her.
Her hair is obscene
in the blown grass
and the blue flowers
of her eyes roll
to the white.
