February 10, 2016
Each day, we till and mend the tender
organs of our home: we keep children
nearer to shield them, our mothers
and their sons, the men, then the beasts.
Around these we hang the ragged sea,
sew in rows of blue camass; like ribbons,
we tangle-tie our griefs to buffalo clover
and wild sorrel weed. Our former lives,
those flames and puzzles, we carry still
in the dimmer light of our separate minds,
which we’ve come to regard as charity.
Each night, wayworn, I come to you:
My canine tongue in one hand – see –
your untroubled love in the other.
Amber McMillan's debut collection, We Can't Ever Do This Again, was published by Buckrider Books in Spring 2015.