Confused about Beauty in Blythe
Botanical sister, diaphanous trauma,
some dusks look
like inner thighs
when you’ve ridden so long… Girl moons
move while you watch them—alone
at the river, set
in a scent storm of jasmine,
a Budweiser can.
Missing my
“indicator species”
his cattail hair, bad-water eyes.
Which, of many pinks was now becoming?
Louise Mathias is the author of two books of poems, Lark Apprentice (New Issues Press) and The Traps (Four Way Books). She lives in Joshua Tree, California.
