Leia Wilson
A GIFT A SORROW A CHALLENGE





i tie a ribbon to a tree

leave milk and honey     the white fleece of a young ram

i borrow the best picked men

we sing     welcome first earth     first mother

we carve on each other’s bodies

rivers woods valleys

every evening flower

i do love

that single hurt color     a blue

memory     second burial

true true feeling     daddy is dead

we feast

i do not seek

to dwell beastish     brutish

banished     disobedience

to person or to poem

who do i womb





MY SWEET FRIEND FALLS TO DEATH’S MIASMA




glittering glittering athena

i honor your maternal sinews

every corpse in its place

undreamt melancholy     unhealed

i will not run from battle

the deal     she is mine

i save her

i am a rhinoceros

i am a buffalo

i am a bear     i am

a godly bear     the world looks at me

i allow     how vicious

devotion     among jackals     that red

gold hunger.





THE SPITTLE OF A BIRD





i am red     endless
that here gives me strength

the harvest moon makes wine
of our blood

i drink     offend the magnificent cow
o magnificent cow so often i offend

o comrades spread your nets
in these woods

for i have just seen a lioness
a tigress a panther some colossal cat

a sound sounding     bronzehoofed
golden manes golden armor golden cunt

don’t speak to me
of facts

i consider all the words i know
unprove them

a pack of hunting dogs approach
i hunt.





Leia Penina Wilson currently lives in the desert of Las Vegas, Nevada. After an appropriate amount of tears she hopes to earn her PhD in poetry. When she's not reading YA fiction, she plays Magic the Gathering. Her first book of poems, i built a boat with all the towels in your closet (and will let you drown), is published by Red Hen Press.