despite stones and scientists curtains will billow in windows pressures will rise asa landscape descends a burning cold with six fingers on each hand we’ll say, that’s the Devil, thenprop it up like a pen in sandeyeball itburn it with some glass someone with charisma will explain we’ll listen finallya bunker will arrive (via our spines,fingers,backs of thighs) with traps all along the ground beside no one will go near pear trees will mark the borderthe wasps like guides hey coy, gritted you finely mowed man I see I hear your existence shot through with stuff to kill weeds you smell good Elisabeth is a poet, composer and feminist podcaster. Her poetry has appeared in S/tick, Wicked Alice, Dead Flowers: A Poetry Rag, The Literary Bohemian, Lilliput Review, Acumen Literary Journal, and others. In 2017 she was an associate artist at the Atlantic Center for the Arts working with poet Heather McHugh. Her chapbook, We He She/It, is available through Dancing Girl Press.