March

by Leah Bigbee

Originally published on February 1, 2013

Modal rhythm bleats at this wood pace, crushing against our feet.   The azaleas glare on our foreheads. Sun spots on yours. Your eyebrows   on my face. Genetic matrix clots our throats while we sweat.   That bandana soaked in your fifty-seven year old fist.   Six pairs of thick glasses in your desk. [...]