FERAL, THEY FOLLOW — by Sara Lupita Olivares

sora went, signal a way anyway, green speckled gradients, yucca opens

sura-suree sura-suree the forest fled, no place belongs to another

planetary sound, soundless, hooves hitting gravel all the way back

pulled over on the road, soot mountain, keep the bones intact, legible

in a dream I wouldn’t look, betrayal bound I wouldn’t remember