v. To hide or to be hidden.
n. The endless sister.
v. She has anchored the dead and endeared them.
adj. She calls them each scavenger, lupine
mist and fume, soldier, forest sinew, brother.
To say the fields are bloodsick is only the beginning.
Yellow jackets hang on thin chains like wind chimes
and ring venomous. In a town where no one dies,
you changed everything by dying. I can't blame you
for the brevity of things and yet— Brother, come.
Jessica Bixel sometimes lives in Michigan, sometimes Ohio. Her recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Parcel, Handsome, Tinderbox Poetry and Houseguest.