Donna Vorreyer is the author of Every Love Story is an Apocalypse Story (Sundress Publications, 2016) and A House of Many Windows (Sundress Publications, 2013) as well as eight chapbooks, including The Girl (Porkbelly Press, 2017). She serves as the reviews editor for Stirring: A Literary Collection and teaches middle school in the suburbs of Chicago.
Branches carve commands onto the sky
open breathe cathedral
a language I must relearn
the blue of lakes so different than the one of
bruise and bullet
My shadow splits in two one at my back
black as a fire-scarred clearing
the other in front thin and brimming
with tree-speckled light
All three of us walk past the tiny cemetery
twenty three neat headstones
beside the lake the coffins I imagine
settled in some quiet sandy dark
Wind stirs the grass and the Queen Anne’s lace
into song each blade pitch perfect
Even my shadows sooted brutes
reconnect into a sort of applause
How can I be lost in a world
that cracks its heart to please me
pushing life up and up and flowering
despite everything?
I swallow the bomb in my mouth, feel it
swell my belly. Today is not
for burning.