Chekika
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¬We curl ourselves through water,
over road, headlamps dotting the landscape
like shifting constellations. A trickle through sawgrass,
we are careful to shine the earth before each step.
I avoid the scent of burn from the east, savoring
the illusion of solitude until I look down.
Spears of grass flex past thousands of animals shifting
to evade my gait.
We wait for the air’s drop, until the night sweats itself
through our clothes, and then we walk north.
I see bodies where there are none,
see reptiles striping the road but approach
to find them empty scars in the pavement, lit with life
by my expectancy.
Finally, a snake. Its green skin striped, iridescent
from within its bones. It bulges, rooted on the road
by a recently swallowed frog. I lay my body alongside,
turn off all lights. The world here is split: the sepia of the sky,
the silhouette of ground. I startle a nighthawk, see it part from earth,
take off to freckle the sky.