Amy Wunders

Still, held by the mortar
black tar as gritty as lava
after grinding against my cheekbones
pulling away the tender fat
off my hipbones.

Maybe it’s because I was singing
so exuberantly
or because you were panting
so heavily
that my windshield fogged.

Still now, my skin smeared
against the painted yellow lines,
a reflector at my eye line.
With a slivered peek
my vision strains to find you
my unbridled, unbuckled,
wild, domesticated, partner.

The relief tranquilizes me
floats me off into peace
as I watch you jaunt over
and lap up my blood.

 

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AMY WUNDERS is a Poet and a Potter. While she loves the bustle of the LA city life, she also enjoys the attunement of mountain lifestyle and finds inspiration from both. Amy has been writing poetry since she was young and recently found the gumption to share her word-strings during the pandemic (thanks for something, covid).