Muscled in sun. The song of the lark: a girl with a scythe, mouth agape (a gap) as listening as singing. Meaning to pour

liquid from a bottle down one’s throat without touching one’s lips so one cannot help but think of kissing as in novels the only

kiss is to say so and so kisses so and. (I always heard O’Hara was killed by a dune buggy; it was a Jeep.)

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Zach Savich has had recent poems in Colorado Review, jubilat, 88, and Blue Mesa Review. He is currently teaching at Victoria University in Wellington, New Zealand.

Other works on Sidebrow: Composition 24, 23:59 & Sing/Le Figure