Wild by Paul Ilechko

Both touched
then more    so wild
it was    those overnight
to only lean against
and fading    into morning
an oceanic dive    a turning
back    reversing into stasis
his idle hands
turned slowly    into
aftermath    a step by step
of suffering
the spice of options
of branching into
such a coldness    where
all that had been possible
was left to linger    on
a marble slab
of carelessness
of skull-bound
negligence    toward
the scented pasture.
Canal BW
Paul Ilechko is the author of three chapbooks, most recently “Pain Sections” (Alien Buddha Press). His work has appeared in a variety of journals, including Rogue Agent, January Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Book of Matches and Pithead Chapel. He lives with his partner in Lambertville, NJ.




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