Fresh faced and dirty

POEM | E. Kristin Anderson

“Fresh-faced and dirty”

A hot gust of air is learning, a new havoc to know. Electricity. Think of it as cumulative, more rural— trendy, actually, hanging north of a landscape.

Yes, you wash the depth of days, naturally to damage this cascade of morning. Your barrier is skin, a night with medicine, that sonic fragrance. Crazy, pink, that lost ability may be pollution— invite it in.

This is an erasure poem. Source material: “Clearing the Air” by the Editors. Marie Claire, September 2014, pages 326-328.