“Over the burning marl” – John Milton, Paradise Lost I.295
Easy to assure, to seize by other means
the confidence needed to rightfully
press down on the applicator. Get it
gone out of mind the scenes of pre-
projected New York, Orlando, Tucson.
Actively go about groaning—
Pushing on, though timid.
There is danger in 4 3 2 1.
The green bearcat, the subtle badger, the
yarn around the belly of a victim, yellow.
Trudge on pine cones through streams
of clear cold water. Do not filter the
water when you bring it to your lips.
Drink deeply because the hound
dogs have lost your scent.
Andrew Hutto writes out of Louisville, KY. He was recently awarded third place in the 2020 Flo Gault Poetry Prize. In the summer of 2019, he served as a preliminary judge for the Louisville Literary Arts Writer’s Block Prize in Fiction. Presently, he serves on the Pine Row Press editorial board. His work appears or is forthcoming in THRUSH Poetry Journal, Plum Tree Tavern, Amethyst Review, The Weekly Degree°, BARNHOUSE, After the Pause, Math Magazine, Cathexis Northwest Press and Poet Lore. His work has also previously appeared in Eunoia Review.
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