From my room\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 above the trees, \u00a0 \u00a0I
\nname what I can see\u00a0\u00a0 in the hot house \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of August:<\/p>\n
a wash \u00a0\u00a0 of hay field\u00a0\u00a0 between house and barn,
\nthe lake,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 green-skinned\u00a0\u00a0 and clotted,<\/p>\n
and the gnarl of town beyond, bare knuckled,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 bridgeless.<\/p>\n
You may \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0or may not\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 be any of these things\u2014 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I know
\nI left you somewhere\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 with a mouth\u00a0\u00a0 full of sand.<\/p>\n
In the center of the field \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 a pit of white\u00a0\u00a0 in the tawny grass\u2014
\nonly a rotting sheep.\u00a0\u00a0 A little red\u00a0\u00a0 tufted around the neck,<\/p>\n
the cavern of its middle \u00a0 \u00a0bloated \u00a0 \u00a0with heat.<\/p>\n
Wind snickers over the hay. Weren\u2019t you just holding \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0a baby?<\/em><\/p>\n You are not the sheep \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 or the boy\u00a0\u00a0 sleeping behind the barn, His forearms\u00a0\u00a0 thin rifle barrels. Not you.<\/p>\n The heat switches\u00a0\u00a0 with insects. The grass weaves\u00a0\u00a0 and unweaves itself. just before the fires burst.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Honey-light,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 cleave this skin from skin,<\/p>\n hot-gun me\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to a borrowed body. From my room\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 above the trees, \u00a0 \u00a0I name what I can see\u00a0\u00a0 in the hot house \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of August: a wash \u00a0\u00a0 of hay field\u00a0\u00a0 between house and barn, the lake,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 green-skinned\u00a0\u00a0 and clotted, and the gnarl of town beyond, bare knuckled,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 bridgeless. You may \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0or may […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":647,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[50],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3qP","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13195"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/647"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13195"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13195\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13416,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13195\/revisions\/13416"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13195"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13195"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13195"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhis mouth wet \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0from a beating.<\/p>\n
\nYou taught me \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 some birds \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 are sirens and sound off<\/p>\n
\nI am ashamed \u00a0 \u00a0to look\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 like anything at all.<\/p>\nJan Verberkmoes<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"