A labyrinth in past tense :: too much sugar in the blood.
How hair dries after it’s put to bed wet. Not the head, not
the place where the dampness evaporates. A labyrinth
devoid of tense :: the home blood makes in its pursuit
of more other say that shit again but louder
& so close to my face my skull feels your breath.
Ruth Baumann received her MFA from the University of Memphis, & begins her PhD at Florida State University in the fall. Her chapbook I’ll Love You Forever & Other Temporary Valentines won the Salt Hill Dead Lake Chapbook Contest in 2014. Her poems are published or forthcoming in Colorado Review, Sonora Review, Sycamore Review, The Journal, Third Coast & others listed at http://www.ruthbaumann.com.