She maketh him to lie down
- She maketh him to lie down
Rest it here. Rest it here with me. Yes lay you down and down.
I can be that pasture. I swear I am dumb water.
Just rest it here a little while until your shoulders round
until they are again round hives thick for the lifting.
And then you will fill me with honey. No. Bees. [End Page 52]
Meagan Evans
Meagan Evans's poems have appeared or are forthcoming (also as Meagan Evans) in Colorado Review, Bellingham Review, Black Warrior Review, DIAGRAM, InDigest, THRUSH, and others. She has recently completed a PhD in American poetics at the University of Oregon, and she lives in the high desert outside Albuquerque, NM. She can be reached for comment or to plot poetry plots at lessermess@gmail.com.
