drought left the leaner birds
after Ellen Chang-Richardson’s “rain brings the angler fish” from Blood Belies (Wolsak & Wynn, 2024)
westward breezes rustle hairs
boldened with clean sweetnesssunshine calm-drenches
an elder’s arrivingyou nibble on your last vitamin
drool like cool spitting steelhum to yourself, that was that was that
was that was the inside scrambling out
Chris Johnson (he/him) currently lives on unceded, unsurrendered territory of the Anishinaabe Algonquin Nation. He works as the managing editor of Arc Poetry Magazine and editorial assistant at Nightwood Editions. His previous chapbooks include 320 lines of poetry (counting blank lines) (Anstruther Press, 2023) and some of the raccoon poems (above/ground press, 2022).
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