Etheric Meat Rapture / Sarah Berti

too cold in the desert
invite the coyote girl in

she will flick her fire tongue
in your third ear

so every night you can hear
the primeval ring of the rock

the mischievous mutters of mudstone
the sly song of saguaro

and the
etheric meat rapture



Sarah Berti is a mythmaker, ghostwriter, former director of Mulmur Hills Camp, and founder of Bright Leaf Literary. Her poetry has been published in Reliquiae Journal. She can be found in her off-grid sanctuary in the precambrian wilderness of Ontario, Canada, under the stars.

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