The heifer grazing by her lonesome has gold in her mouth, and the mark of lightning on her forehead.
Who doesn’t believe in Heaven?
Quicksilver thrushes form a chain in the stable’s eaves; the mosquito drags her spindly legs across the trough, shivering as lichen catches, her engine purring in perfect voice.
Even my little pink house, sliding off the hill, wants to be caught. [End Page 148]
Paula Bohince’s poems have appeared in Agni, Beloit Poetry Journal, Crazyhorse, Field, Shenandoah, and Best New Poets 2005, among other magazines. She has won the Grolier Poetry Prize and lives in Pennsylvania.