Leave your identity at the foot of the wood—
It is of little use where feet crunch
and insects fester in the warm soil.
Climb an oak tree—
branches form haphazard stepping stones
and you are thinking of hypocrisy,
the best kind of crazy.
Bathe naked in a hot spring—
Skull-shaped kneecaps will hiss at an icy moon.
“Like god’s thumbnail,”
said the stranger’s skeleton at arm’s length.
Adam Daniel freshly graduated from the University of Texas at Austin with a degree in English Literature in May of this year. He strives for language that falls somewhere between the lands of fear, love, and mystery. This is his first publication.