– Lea Deschenes
Whatever’s developing
is likely to remain sealed below
the skin’s great projection screen
until it’s finally done
marinating in chemicals
that will either decipher it
as the amazing answer
to a litany of unasked questions
or expose it
as yet another reminder
of that time I jackknifed the tractor
while backing-up a load of hay
and sliced the tubeless tire so deep
I could reach my small hand
into the dark rubber
all the way up to my wrist
even though there was nothing inside
to hold onto
or to bring back
as proof that I’d been there at all.
Robert Wynne earned his MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University. A former co-editor of Cider Press Review, he has published 6 chapbooks, and 3 full-length books of poetry, the most recent being “Self-Portrait as Odysseus,” published in 2011 by Tebot Bach Press. He’s won numerous prizes, and his poetry has appeared in magazines and anthologies throughout North America. He lives in Burleson, TX with his wife and 2 rambunctious dogs. His online home is http://www.rwynne.com.
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