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 Review, Permafrost, Rust + Moth, Tinderbox, 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 www.cathrynshea.com and @cathy_shea on Twitter.