Kim Welliver
V4:E4 April, 2002

GATHERING

In jelly jars I own my bones
like berries sunk in purple sap,
the apple whittled to a moon,
or citrus pared to syruped pulp.

I spread my ease like marmalade
across the joists and joints of men,
my honey skin and velvet nap
moves autumnal over them.

I harvest both their fruit and root
and mull October pungent mead,
twilight's' thick perennial ache
a brew of darkly wintered wine

Location:	Utah
Email:	kimabw@attbi.com
Publications:	Samsara, Mentress Moon, Poetry Repair Shop, Ygsdrasil, Green Tricycle, The Horsethief’s Journal, littlebrownpoetry, Poetry Super Highway, 2River, the Oquirrhh Writers Review, etc.

- July 2002 - Angel Meat The Birdbath If Death Was a Man Sometimes, A Bird Wearing Water she said, we are all looking for things... annotated versions of histories ... A Fairing to the Willow At the Chelsea Good Words A Good Job A Strange Thing Booze After Math Geology - Letita Trent's Favorite Six - God is a Woman Killing Cattle for Disease, Greeley 1998 Choice Escaping the terrible fish Pond Gathering