Heron Bait
Amanda Auchter
I think about buying a woodcut print
made by your wife. On it, a heron dives toward a human heart. Its one eye looks back from where it has come-- pebble gray sky or marsh—not toward the heart that waits to be devoured, which is what hearts want. Which is to say, it is what I once wanted-- to be pierced, dove into, greedy and violent. Heart ripped and terrifying. This heart has no color, no prize of blood or flesh. Come here. I unbuttoned my red blouse. |