IN A WORLD WHERE WE CANNOT DIE
Let’s tie our jugulars together,
call them a bridge.
I could be tethered by your movement,
go where you go,
and I would be just fine with being pulled
like a broken hind paw.
I clutched my big vein, took it out of my neck,
but you made me put it back.
It didn’t fit quite right after that.
Adam Crittenden holds an MFA in poetry from New Mexico State University where he was awarded an Academy of American Poets Prize. His work has appeared in decomP, Bayou Magazine, Barn Owl Review, Whiskey Island, and other journals. Blood Eagle is his first full-length book of poetry and is available now from Gold Wake Press. Currently, he teaches writing in Albuquerque at Central New Mexico Community College.
