Confiscate

Remember the night we filled the motel
room with razors? You threw
my high heel

in a field and watched me sweat.Who said

we wanted: division of sky & land
delineation---

I don't know how the fields can be so casual.
By then you were swinging

over a swimming hole. A raven following,
closely behind you.

Precarious raven. Precarious bird.

Appeared in Triquarterly 121