OLIVIA SIO TSE

A tremor ahead of sense          pulls me  

as far as I can go          dermis          how fresh  

sweat sweetens          someone       is ringing  

my bell          most of what I know     is gelatin 

the atlas          my armor          plotting where  

I have not been 

 

flushes my ride          the rim          of grassland 

bluffs infant hills          an image too warped 

to warble        a man says      watch for a small 

chalk steeple      stay wedged      with surprise 

he says          to meet it with a sure          wild  

rustle          clear  

 

your brow       what I know      is in patches 

fine to follow 

 

with thin tires          I resist effacing          relics 

reminding me of last time we ramped      hard 

we shared gizzards       grain-packed     I press  

my need into local          booms that rattle this  

dish          from all sides          I almost tip over 

but the wind 

 

extends a backhand touch          I see hounds 

leap like deer          from my saddle          wad 

the ruminant bounty    around me      a wake 

of buzzards sing          revealing cargo          all 

with one hand      ground by desire to return 

to closing groove 

 

I have been ready to indent here    homebrew 

amounting.