Of Trenches and Stones

This poem needs some serious work —

Of Trenches and Stones

Believing him is the easy part

when love begins to taste
like blood
and water.

Metaphor-

ically: she wastes away on a cloud
of opium and
small metallic wings.

You can taste
the flour
in the bread –

smell the pecans
where there are only
fish

(the eyes
wasting
in the garbage)

and you wonder what it would be like

to have been
a woman
like her

with marks on her skin
that are natural,
that smell of

chlorine
in her hair.
You

are wasting away
on a cloud
of elixir

and diamonds

and yet you love him anyway –

far off in a barn
that floats on the ocean
of a desert plain.

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About mckenzielynntozan

McKenzie Lynn Tozan lives and writes in South Bend, Indiana, where she works as the Departmental Secretary of English and World Language Studies at Indiana University South Bend, and remains closely affiliated with 42 Miles Press, New Issues Poetry and Prose, and Wolfson Press. She previously received her MFA in Poetry from Western Michigan University, where she worked as the Layout and Design Editor for New Issues Poetry and Prose and as an Assistant Editor of Poetry for Third Coast. Her poems have appeared in Encore Magazine, Sleet Magazine, Rogue Agent, Thank You for Swallowing, Whale Road Review, The James Franco Review, The Birds We Piled Loosely, and Analecta; and her book reviews have appeared on her website and on The Rumpus. She lives with her husband, their daughter, and three cats. For more, visit www.mckenzielynntozan.com. View all posts by mckenzielynntozan

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