Altars of Nonesuch

We skip through woods,

Scraped knees down a dirt path,

Play wedding with twisted twigs

For rings and altars of pine bark

Sticky with sap.

We play bride in little girl bodies

Between regatta and swimming,

The procession of the day laid out

In neat little hours, boxes checked,

Holding ghost hands.

We climb log fortresses and slide

Down zip lines through treetops

Until the bugs evening bite and

I wonder if the same mosquito

Tastes us three, does it make us

Sisters?

Jennifer van Alstyne

has been published in the Eunoia Review, Crack the Spine, Midwest Literary Magazine, The Monmouth Review, The Foundling Review, Paper Nautilus, Poetry Quarterly, and Whiskey Traveler. She holds an MFA from the Jack Kerouac School where she was the Jack Kerouac Fellow. She is currently a graduate fellow at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette.

Contributions by Jennifer van Alstyne