The Student Literary Journal of Vermont State University

What contains
and cancels

            the strange, still body.

Veil, shroud, shred.

Drape the mirrors
so you will not see

            your seeing,

so form disappears.

Pain of plain linen.

Your eyes closed.
(My eyes closed.)

Cool cheek down
on the page (sheet),

            color of a blizzard.

You will end all
of your days here

(I will end all
of my days here)

in this blinding god-
forsaken field.