"Georgia, Lake George, 1907" by Tara Hart
Georgia, Lake George, 1907
You see what became of me:
cross, stripped skull, giant desert flower.
But at twenty I played a summer east of Tongue Mountain.
I read pulp fiction, did not tell these boys about those.
I watched the water at night, seeing in a red then green glowing prow my own
turning to wonder:
just how much light and little lake
would it take
to bleach me
beyond the dark boats tugging this sodden body,
to rise
to the level of
my perfect
white
bones?
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