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Wesley Rothman is the author of SUBWOOFER (New Issues Poetry and Prose, 2017). His poems and criticism have appeared in Boston Review, Callaloo, Gulf Coast, Harvard Review, Narrative, New England Review, Prairie Schooner, Publishers Weekly, Southern Humanities Review, and The Golden Shovel Anthology, among other venues. A Teaching Artist for the National Gallery of Art and recipient of a Vermont Studio Center fellowship, he lives in Washington, D.C.

 

 

 

 

Exodus, Still

after & for Eduardo C. Corral

 

 

I started making my way out of the desert

 

At twenty-five, without knowing

 

    The desert would end.

 

My hands, by then, had become pincers.

 

   My tongue, a stinger.

 

Night joined me like a friend. After dusk

 

We tore up the place. I fed.

                       

                                           Someone died every night.

 

The day’s buzzing heat erased mountains

 

& cactus towers

 

  All reappearing after dark.

 

Still, I scrape through these flats,

 

    Steer to a star,

 

A cluster or constellation shaped like a hand,

 

A whole body

 

                      I was meant to have

 

& use as a well,

           

                        Ferry handfuls from a cool depth

 

To prey.

 

             That body, meant to find predators,

 

Reveal the gnaw-marks on their own hinds,

 

An accidental puncture of the spine.

 

                                                            Toward that star

 

& by night

 

                 I scrounge through sagebrush

 

Until first light.

 

When I reach the edge of the desert

 

Where stars lie in horizon’s dust,

 

                                                   I, too, will lie down. 

 

 

©2017 Wesley Rothman

 

 

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