A Poem by Sierra Jacob

Caneland — VIII

What if I dreamed an ocean of sugar?
On the other side of every fence line, corridors
of watering ditches are only graves. Horse ribs
moon out of the grass. Pyres of cat fur. I knew
two girls missed after a week of rain. Both
bodies were found miles away from their back
yards—all I can imagine are pink inner-tubes deflated.
These are not for play. The set irrigation
runs a pair of falls through the gulch
behind our house. Call the dogs. Slit legs on
fields of sleeping grass. Cool everything
in the deep muddy pools for hours.

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Sierra is an MFA graduate at the University of Montana, where she received the Richard Hugo Memorial Scholarship for poetry. Her poetry has appeared in Cream City Review, Sonora Review, Yemassee, The Louisville Review, Hawai‘i Pacific Review, Pacifica Literary Review, Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Sierra is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee. She was born and raised in Ha‘iku, Hawai‘i.