- Aubade At Late Night Trailhead With Tarantulas
and my body bouncing in the cab of your truck as we fumble unpaved down the loose white rockthe weather bright and sunny the view amazing always pulling us out to admire all the adjectivesand the way they whip into dust devils around us rustling mesquite honey in its begging for handshow often you look me in the eyes while we talk the trail, not content to slip words sidewaysinto the sand and hope they breadcrumb Blue Diamond for miles and miles—you could walk all dayturn around and still see the smoke from last night's fire you say—your truck now a spot of gypsumpaused somewhere below us but here I can warm all day the softness you want [End Page 28] from my body—the path I will leave when I am ready to find the way home [End Page 29]
A Kentuckiana native, Katelyn Joy Wilkinson holds an MFA in Poetry from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro and currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. She teaches creative writing at the College of Southern Nevada. Her work is published or forthcoming in Reed Magazine, 45th Parallel, 580 Split, and Passages North, among others.