IN THE FIELD OF LEMON AFTERGLOW
Your worry canoe slows to anatomy,
a floral lime paper against
the breakfast table. I’m here
to tell you even honor fades
in the outback, the glim-glum,
and that you will make it. All the myth,
the decoration, the raft of your pearl,
it will bog as you remain
in the heavy sky and the bronze ring.
Your tonality lit with incubation.
I hallucinate your rib-temper, I unfurl
the ark of your blueberry forest fever dream.
I MADE UP MY MIND
In the Alaska aftermath the eyelid mountain
toward the ultra-cabin. I cure
the supermarket and
there is always a girl being injured perfectly,
her eyes are wolf eyes,
they will pin you down,
make you over.
Kimberly Lambright is the author of Ultra-Cabin, forthcoming from 42 Miles Press. Her work appears most recently in Bone Bouquet, Wicked Alice, Columbia Poetry Review, ZYZZYVA, and Sink Review. She lives in Austin, TX.