Kim Welliver

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.

- April 2002 - For C.C. and Mr. Shaman Midnight at the Hot Springs A Rebeginning Things that are Left at K-mart, According my Dream on Wednesday Little Shadows Anonymity Domestic Leaving the dining room Coup The New Gynecologist Dreaming of Grandma Anastasia Gathering vodka. - Stirring's Best Nature Poems - Rodin's Stare Attrition Hither and Yon Grace at the Top of the Food Chain Dear Alaska fraser river, december