There is lightning on the horizon :: Tasha Fouts

There is lightning on the horizon

The placid steel
of water at dusk.

Two fat bees grunt
in this lusty wind.

I wear the sand       for you
like a pelt,
split the trout’s belly clean,
breathe my ribs wide.

But a deer emerges,
as though torn from the lake.

Everywhere else birds are fucking.