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Juicy Salute

Hajara Quinn

I hate it when you drive
but I love being a passenger

My hands
in my lap
are curled like two
shrimp

A maternal feeling,
fleetingly

A phalanx of pines
fleecefully

Pines and firs and ferns
falling to
in the rear view

& large-winged
birds crossing paths

in the sunroof,
two cursors
enskied

My dread
My wistfulness
A place to waver between

We pass the place to buy a chainsaw
carving of a bear, and

we pass the stand
where we bought marionberries
in the summer
and jerky in the winter

Is this where we begin
to make our regrets
payable to childhood?
I say like I could mean it

and then we’ve arrived
at the ocean’s
always opening

salvo putting us right back
in our place

which begs the question:
when is the last time
you felt wooed

I mean really
inside the juice of it.

Contacts: Emily Wallis Hughes and Jason Zuzga at fence.fencebooks@gmail.com