Silence

By: Katja Rowan

cactus spines
pink flowers
my quiet is not
blurred signs at the edges of
interstate
when the clouds
circle at night
pack of dogs
i will my body
to be
prickly pear
humidity is saturation
saturation of patience
saturation
tires the rubber
that child perches on grass
stem working between teeth
green-stained
interstate at night pack of dogs
i want a spine