M a r y B u c h i n g e r
This is love
A repeated scarring. Sandpiper tracks across the chest. Keloids that lift from the pink puckering. Honey locust thorns biting thumbs. Jagged teeth of a key in a fraying pocket. What shoreline can it offer. Salt spray and dunes that come and go. Beauty. Even the grass stings.
guest editor: Sara Biggs Chaney
Afterword
copyright 2014 by Mary Buchinger