after Suzanne Vega’s “Big Space”
Come with me to the betweens
of muscle and arrow
where there must be a nerve
broken in the killing. An eye
entering upon sleep can believe
the rabbit let the spell slip. The eye can do
the repairing. The flesh is the split
of a cloud. Snowfall ensues.
A parcel of land is shattered
into parcels. Enough for each
blade of grass to bend at the elbow.
Enough for but the hospice
of burr and seed in the matted
fur. Take the knife. Into the rabbit hide.
The spell is in the blood. Stain
the snowclot. Come
with me and witness the nerve
twitch into silence. The parcels
must be left to erase the blood. The eye
will blame the rabbit. Oh, love,
stir the stew where the rabbit
gives its bones to us as penance. Between your
hands and my body. Close
your eyes and eat.
Heath Joseph Wooten (he/him) is an MFA candidate at Northern Michigan University. He is the Editor-in-Chief of Von Aegir Literary, and he has played every Fire Emblem game at least five times. You can find his work in or forthcoming from perhappened mag, Lammergeier, Sienna Solstice, and others.