Junglescape, Meagan Dwyer
The arrhythmic pulse of jazz makes my back arch
as I strike a match against the curved edge
of your jaw; the thought of you is like stepping
outside after a movie when the light
is too sharp.
I never thought I’d keep a collection of our sins,
organized by a God who loves hooks and cherry tobacco.
How easily you touch my hair
beneath the low pull
of the sun, make the bed where all the small
shudders and eager deaths lie still and waiting.
I want to steal what your lungs do so well;
lock breaths in a box hidden
under a city of rust.
Withheld tongues sigh the names found behind a door
I cannot open.
About the Artist
Meagan Dwyer · Rice University
Meagan Dwyer recently graduated from Rice University. Her artwork focuses on abstracting landscapes, and environmental issues. This piece first appeared in R2:The Rice Review.