Gone Lawn
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Gone Lawn 30
Autumn, 2018

Featured video, Micro Asemic Film 4 by Federico Federici.

Kelly R Samuels


In the hammock, swinging and still. The shape of an egg, all our limbs intertwined. And the snow mounded beneath. This juxtaposition. You said, Let's go out and lie under the heaped blankets, the quilt your grandmother made. And I thought, why not this proximity, this undone thing — the hammock not having been taken in, but left for winter to do its work. The trees were bare, the one remaining leaf brittle, rattling softly at branch's end. Our breath was wet and sticky against our scarves, against our cheeks. I began squinting and then with eyes closed, knowing you were there by the tangible, that sense. The sun burning our lids ever so slight, no matter.

Kelly R. Samuels lives in the upper Midwest. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net, and has appeared or is forthcoming in various journals including The Carolina Quarterly, Rappahannock Review, Sweet Tree Review, Salt Hill and RHINO. She has a chapbook forthcoming from Unsolicited Press.