Lost in Wisconsin

lost in wisconsin,
paved roads a tumbled tangle of fog frost,
impairing my ability to find a way.
fields like pride:
farmed corn and cows arching over smiling blades of grass
and the dew that never dries until after i've stumbled through
and wet my socks.
i was having trouble wiping away the tears because
i saw her arms poised to catch me
and too stunned to be saved, i
sank through katydids into the fertilized soil,
not even attempting to reach for her lips kissing my hair,
my senses lost in wisconsin.

Alyssa Y. Alston is a 1998 graduate of Spelman College with a BA in Psychology. She works at a non-profit organization in New York that focuses on reforming public schools. "Lost in Wisconsin" is her first publication.

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