Jersey Bruiser
- Jersey Bruiser
H.R. Webster, poetry
Road-kill seasonand the borrowed breathof woodland on the vergeis the easiest exit for whateverafterlife was promised.Velvet & quiver.The magnetic meridianof interstate holds outa handful of soft fresh grass.
*5 does and a fawn puddle upthe median. Loom & shuttle.Drop of wine on a waxed tableclothrolling towards the heaviest bowl.Southbound the horizon relents,Orchard-land spindles up, treeshooded in black plastic. They willbloom when given permission,when unhooked from the dark.The morning enjambedagainst a jersey barrier, the sunpresses its early thumbsinto my eyes. You say my name,punch the steering-wheel.The horn soundsas though surprised.I save you the trouble:bring my fists downon my sit-thick thighs. [End Page 352]
h. r. webster holds an MFA from the Helen Zell Writers' Program. Her work has appeared in Black Warrior Review, Ninth Letter, Seattle Review, and Ecotone.
