The Mothers & The Fathers & The Automatic Earth
- The Mothers & The Fathers & The Automatic Earth
She was pretty as a prairie fire, state of California,the bus stops & cantinas disbanding in her scars.
I was opening my mouth to swallow the worldwhen I saw her that first time, a triangle of glass
in a young foot, its being dressed in doubt. Her smilewas all corners, her hair a starling in weather.
I was a frond in a windbreaker. & really, we both knewthere would be no milk waiting, but we tried
so hard to keep the truth from our eyes while we moveddeep inside the gasping wave as it drank from us. [End Page 13]
A graphic artist, film producer, poet and editor, Josh Bettinger’s work has appeared in, or is forthcoming from, journals in the United States, England, and Canada including Oxford Poetry, Thin Air, Bateau, Western Humanities Review, The Los Angeles Review, Fourteen Hills and Vallum. He has an MFA from Columbia and lives in San Francisco.
