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