you touch my puckered skin when I root in your tangle
of moss. you want me green.
the spine splices itself to drink light’s splinter of bone.
we scatter ourselves, a pile of sparrows.
the leaves of our feet kicked up,
we create this speckled sight, this shadow of oak.
there is no gray sun.
Emily Ellison Emily Ellison is a first year MFA poet at Texas State University, where she also works as an Instructional Assistant for their English faculty. Her work has appeared in Literary Yard, After the Pause, and Haiku Journal, and is upcoming in several places. Emily lives in San Marcos, Texas with two cats and an abundance of plants.