Sigh

by Polly

And then she reclines, rests. Lets

minnows flow behind her eyes,

blue luminous schooling

tracing her skull’s inner contours.

They surface

her globe-shaped scalp follows, stretched flat

then floating,

lofty as an unmasted sail.

Sole shadowcaster for miles and miles.

The scent of Sage rolls off her tongue.

She gives away her bones.

The tiny minnows sigh, sigh, sigh:

Chinook among the prairie grasses.