Joint Identities

by Lance Gloss

Illustration by Jennifer Xiao

published October 30, 2015

Toes on hot coals are punctual—

have already been at the wheel,

spinning dark’s wicker quickly to 

thread; the traffic chugs

its seven a.m. espresso—

the clam bends at his bench, 

polishing a new skin into his 

pearl; New England falls 

into the future, dressed 

fine, red, and forward—  

horizons yawn, stretching 

their lips to embrace the Mississippi,

lashing, churning the surface

to spell it in orange rhythm

as it spills into the Gulf—

I drip into morning late,

with no run in my knees