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The 2River View 15.4 (Summer 2011)

Lane Falcon

Dear K.

So much sun in me then,
freshly marooned, my little boat

still whole but for the crack that brought
the ocean in. I made a whetting stone of coral,

a spear from an ore, a lure of my cross.
I once cooked barracuda

over fire fed by hog bones; now, I scavenge
for lumps of sandy cartilage, drinking

from a stem a cutworm fell. No one to see
me crony-up to death ... is a blessing, right? As sun

crimps my skin and limbs become
a broken crib, I don't want a witness. Supine

in the perforated tent of night, light
watches through pinpricks. I don't need

a witness.

Lane Falcon recently received her MFA in poetry from Sarah Lawrence College. Her work has been published in 2River View, 42opus, Holly Rose Review, SOFTBLOW, and elsewhere. contact