New Wilderness

	(a golden shovel after Madonna)


I am hooved & feral covered in wet fur / a blur of ripe haunt & bone ache. / An offering / I
roam a velvet forest wrapped in soft rain & sweet pine. / I am the quarry. / The hunt / made	

into a fresh wound of moonlight. / I have only ever been in love with my own sadness. / Will it
last? / this bright want / this tight web woven into my hide / this dull yellow knife through	
										
my heart. / I find cover in a grove of wild hobblebush. / The trees whisper Don’t be afraid & the
wind reworks me into a ferocious dress of flesh. / I unstitch & bone bleed into a new wilderness.


	*line from “Like a Virgin” © 1984