things we try to kill
— anna wilkinson

The young couple

throwing their legs up

not in sex but in late

September, sand making

a lithograph out of weeds

and bird droppings and bread

crumbs. Nature pushes

it all towards the bank.

 

A boy sells donuts

outside of the pharmacy.

Montana has spent

200 million on weed control

this year. Things are growing

and other things are dying.

He pushes his neck out

farther than the others.

 

A starfish, pink spined

star, is browned by mud.

It has eaten all the mussels

in the world, and now

sucks on wet air.

 

Arcs of night-light

cut through the stomach

of a sleeping daughter.

 


 

Anna Wilkinson lives in Atlanta, Georgia and attends The Westminster Schools.