Where Married People Go

Trey Harris




To a barn raising to the woods
to the fair to the river to the field

outside our house where poles
of white light are walking into

the foothills. We need to cultivate
our crops we need our crops to fill

us up to take a trip. We go into town
where the light is on and doesn't

stop we hide it in our hands
in our pear blossoms that we are

always opening our mouths and putting
things in our mouths. We have used

our mouths so much they are
beginning to take over our heads.

Our heads are beginning
to resemble pear blossoms

while we sit in our armchairs
in the living room in the dark.







Trey Jordan Harris lives in Missouri. More poetry appears in elimae, and is forthcoming from DIAGRAM and Jellyfish.