Love Bit

Love Bit



That night in the cave of Lovejoy basalt.

In no shape for this tryst, we hauled a quilt

up the sheer trail, skidding on scree.

He commanded, keg-drunk, We have to

do this. If I drove home instead, I didn’t love him.


Damp moss for a mattress, midges nipped

at our thighs. The love act spent

swatting and rubbing, condensation

dripped on us. We separated for good

the next year. Bugs flew off with our blood.



Cathryn Shea’s poetry has recently appeared in Cheat River ReviewPermafrostRust + MothTinderbox, and elsewhere. Cathryn’s second chapbook, It’s Raining Lullabies, is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press in 2017. She has poems in 2017 anthologies “Luminous Echos” by Into The Void and “The New English Verse” by Cyberwit. Cathryn serves on the editorial staff for Marin Poetry Center. See and @cathy_shea on Twitter.


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