The Easement
- The Easement
The Easement
Our lot falls to us in the field, fighting because the moon’s through with us, despicably cast over warriors at the palate of beer from the good brewery whose elder fell into the batch & so foxed it. What’s soiled falters. What’s been ruined? Said as you wanted us to believe the words you thought convincing & so true? [End Page 131]
The Easement
The shades swam to welcome the refugee where exactly the shadows did not think to look— under the fishing bridge, cast with old rail ties the bright scent of rust under an old hornet’s nest, our fire drawing the dead back to our makeshift table of car hoods, herring, cold water. [End Page 132]
Joshua Marie Wilkinson is the author of a book called Meadow Slasher (Black Ocean 2016). He is the publisher of Letter Machine Editions, the editor of The Volta, and he teaches in the MFA program at the University of Arizona in Tucson.
