Procession, Spring

By Taylor Kensel

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Behold

the sun’s tent

the deposition of popcorn

hives of pink sugar

fingered men

knuckles black and puckered

from absence

smoking like Turks

I am faint

with patchwork grandeur

So, I unroll

my brindled life

the big

slip

Lo

I’m off to marry

the Carnival King

who will screw

to perfect snugness

all the bolts I’ll ever know

Taylor Kensel grew up in southeast Idaho and moved to Spokane four years ago to attend the Inland Northwest Center for Writers MFA program at Eastern Washington University. She holds an MFA in poetry and continues to work at Eastern in the Office of Community Engagement and also coordinates Eastern's annual Student Research & Creative Works Symposium. (Go EAGS!)

The original print version of this article was headlined "Procession, Spring"