Renku with Puncture Vine
Goat-heads stick in my rubber soles.
The feral cat follows me too close.
I trip, lose a shoe, foot a pin cushion
Of porcupine quills
Screaming rock lyrics to the stars.
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me?
Shall I poke you harder?
I wipe my soles on the mat outside.
Later, in the mudroom, my lover groans, “Ouch!”
by
Rachel Kellum
Timmy Fritzler
Dorell Drake