Wilder. Claire Wahmanholm

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Jellyfish

       Misery Rift

       Still the Sea

       No Stars

       The Pit

       Relaxation Tape

       The Factory

       Relaxation Tape

       Almanac

       Fuse

       Relaxation Tape

       The Carrion Flower

       The Kittens

       Bog Body

       Reap

       Relaxation Tape

       The Last Animals

       Night Vision

       The Lodestars

       Notes and Acknowledgments

       wilder, v.

      arch.

      1. a. trans. To cause to lose one’s way, as in a wild or unknown place; to lead or drive astray; refl. to lose one’s way, go astray.

      3. trans. and intr. To render, or become, wild or uncivilized. Obs. rare.

      WILDER

      DESCENT

      Lost in a haunted wood,

       Children afraid of the night

       Who have never been happy or good

      W.H. AUDEN

      whose eyes have never really opened;

      who were born with bitter seeds sewn

      beneath our eyelids;

      whose eye bulbs glow red when salted;

      whose sockets grow tall bitter stalks

      that sprout small bitter buds

      that crawl with aphids;

      whose faces are wild fields, and fruitless;

      whose throats are peeled peaches, and voiceless;

      who collect eyeballs like marbles

      and shoot them around a dirt circle;

      who drag sickles across each other’s skulls

      and leave wet symbols

      we copy onto paper—tales of ancient children

      who vanished in a flood,

      who stumbled from the spring,

      who hid inside a haunted wood

      to save themselves from drowning.

Image

      we

      cross

      six trillion miles of

      everlasting night

      we

      are precious

      tendrils of light.

      We

      may be a sun to someone.

      Why should we

      be

      utterly lost

      ADVENT

      In the first month of the year

      birds curdled the air.

      From our windows we watched them

      clench and billow, their wings beating

      so low to the ground that seeds rose

      from their furrows.

      When our ears began to ache from the pressure,

      we sent out our augurs.

      A great fire, they said,

      is blowing from the east.

      This explained the fevers, the mercury

      that broke the levees of our mouths,

      the apples that dimpled and rotted

      in our orchards, dropping through the leaves

      like heart-sized hailstones.

      Behind our windows, we waited for the fire to turn

      even as we watched the horizon

      go red from edge to edge.

      Every morning new packs of animals fled

      through

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