She pulls her smoke-thread snake

relentless through cracked rock.

Rise, inhale and sway;

rhythmic unspoken words.

Apollo’s fumes translate

her tragic cackle:

the gasping croak that catches

jeweled-head tools

like fast



Contributor’s Notes: Jennifer Burnau’s poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in Voices from the Attic, Vols. XIII and XVIII, and Pittsburgh City Paper.