OLIVER BAEZ BENDORF Other Names
to the edge where listening / is no longer possible—
to the edge where listening / is no longer possible—
for once / I understand / this beauty
From that day forward, we rattled inside
Out in the field, / wheat, and in the wheat, weevils.
the only light the road itself, glistening like whaleback
Every tongue leaf stomped / by child’s cleats.