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She roams the edge of a hardwood forest, her steady gaze, a mirror to my past. Some would call her coyote but I prefer the name prairie wolf. When we were children, we ran in packs like young wolves, crossing weed seeded fields and dirt paths into vacant wooded lots between white framed houses. We ran until we lost our breath, until the pain in our sides stopped us— invisible arrows piercing bird-like ribs. Our bones were hollow. How else could we climb trees with ease, or dare to jump from tar papered roof tops. Our grass-stained feet lifted from the ground by paper kites with trailing tails born of rags. Invincible, we unfurled our laughter out into a darkening sky. This is the oldest language— our tongues tasting of honey-suckle and heat lightning.

Jessica D. Thompson’s poems have appeared in numerous journals including The Southern Review, Ruminate, and The Midwest Quarterly, as well as in many anthologies such as the Women of Appalachia Project's Women Speak, Vol. 7, (Sheila-NaGig). Her first full-length poetry collection, Daybreak and Deep, will be available from Kelsay Books in the Fall of 2022. Jessica lives in Evansville, Indiana.

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