“Wolf and Wheel” by Kelli Simpson

I was born breach and reaching
for a Bible and a break-up song.
It’s eight months to the day
since I last saw you.

I’ve weaned myself of counting breaths,
redeemed myself by wanting less;
it’s only when I dream
that I break and call you.

Sunrise sees me clothe the bones,
braid my hair, and carry on.
Summer’s come and almost gone –
wolf and wheel.

Let autumn steal my time to think.
Winter, chill my blood to ink.
Spring is soon enough for me
to thaw and feel.

Kelli Simpson is a mother and poet living in Norman, Oklahoma. She has had poems published in Bewildering StoriesOne Art Poetry JournalGyroscope ReviewLamplit UndergroundTaco Bell Quarterly, and elsewhere.

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