A kind of wildness descends and across the expanse the attendant wind drones its one fecund song

Poetry / Taylor Johnson

When I am so tender in the thick
of rot I let all the morning wet

spread a plague across this threadbare
vessel that holds in what hums, what rushes beneath.

              give as the ground gives:

                                                                  Make of me your groveling tongue your muck.
                                                                  Your         possessed         possessing.

                                                                                                      never let up.

Taylor Johnson is a poet from Washington, DC. They have received fellowships and scholarships from Cave Canem, Callaloo, Lambda Literary Foundation, VONA, the Vermont Studio Center, and the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, MA. Their work appears in the minnesota review and Callaloo.