footprints

I.
cascadia: evergreened & modest with her clouds
what kinds of animals leave tracks with no bodies?
this is how memory becomes inflictive
how the black bears know their own kind
compare their feet to the great steps pressed into earth
the mountain makes little distinctions 
about the skeletons left on her porch 

II.
i lay in your foot prints & feel the soil
taking back my skin & finger nails & hair
i'm thinking about walking in the backyard
after a january blizzard & pretending like
i could decipher the prints left in snow
maybe here you can meet me even if it's only 
an encounter between our no-longer anatomies

 

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