of all the men who think of you in the black lake, the cuttlefish at your toes, you love one, refusing to understand how his face is a problem. it is ok to harbor complete trust in this rocking horse. justified you can either jump or you don’t; his voice probably so sure, tenor full, the way he touched your neck i bet as you both fell backwards to the bathtub—
but the coat on the floor within arm’s length is frayed, the stars are far away. plus, you have given all your warm this winter. difficult to give more.
OUR FATHER (THE SELENA VERSION)
YOUR MOUTH WAS SO BIG
ANGELS LIVED IN IT
LIKE THE BROAD TEXAS SUN
AND GREEKLY TRAGIC
THE BIG CATS OF WILDERNESSES
RESIDE IN YOU
IN THICKNESS AND IN HEALTH
GOLDEN APPLE WHO ART IN HEAVEN
Christina Drill grew up in New Jersey and lives in New York. Her teenage-dream-themed chapbook NEW BOWS was published by Five/Quarterly this year.