i sit in a mountain meadow i think my deep sad thoughts
i use every part of the buffalo i use every part of my patience
i'm spotted like the patterns on a brook trout i'm the hive
mind of an aspen   grove i beg for connection my boots
are impossibly practical i know which plants are poison
but i'm gonna let you guess i wanna kiss all this wind
right where it counts maybe use a little tongue maybe tell
the wind i'm pregnant despite medical opinions to the contrary
& trick the wind into a serious relationship that eventually turns
genuine when the wind sees how much i really care we buy
a condo buy a minivan the wind & i argue sometimes but mostly
we are happy we dream of turbines thrumming tensions through our
truth unlimited turbines cranking our love into something like a voice
Hajara Quinn lives in Portland OR. She is an assistant editor for Octopus Books, Program Director at the IPRC, and the author of the chapbook Unnaysayer (Flying Object 2013). Her poems have appeared in Gramma Daily, Gulf Coast, The Volta and Sixth Finch and her first book, Coolth, is forthcoming from Big Lucks Books in 2017.