dance
you learn
quickly
how two
bodies
move
together chest
to chest as
one to
follow
without push
ing the
other over to
anticipate
not react
on the sway
toward
to
maintain that
hung by one
hand
whole body
of muscles
burning as
the snow
machine
cobras toward
the crest of
the ridge
swaying side
to side
throttle
pinned fluttered
when i say
bail you
fucking bail
bud
Zane
Koss is a non-resident alien currently living in Sunset
Park, Brooklyn. He was raised on the traditional lands of the Ktunaxa
(Kootenay) and Secwépemc (Shuswap) people. His critical and creative work can
be found in the Chicago Review, CV2, Poetry is Dead, and elsewhere. He has two
chapbooks of poetry, job site (Blasted Tree, 2018) and Warehouse Zone
(Publication Studio Guelph, 2015). Zane is a doctoral candidate in the English
Department at New York University, where he studies Canadian, Mexican and U.S.
poetry in the 1960s and 1970s. web: https://wp.nyu.edu/zanekoss/
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