bone circle voice, bone circle vision, swallow down the spine
joints spun with nerves
ark of ribbing sewn shadow width, ellipse the night sails by
the name for the word untangled blank
Gabriel Furshong writes from Missoula, Montana, where he works for the Montana Wilderness Association. His prose has been published in High Country News, In These Times, Earth Island Journal, Montana Quarterly, and Hawai’i Pacific Review, among other publications. His poetry has appeared in the Cossack Review, CutBank, IthacaLit, Apeiron Review, and other journals. His poem “Reburial” was included in the anthology “I Go To The Ruined Place: Contemporary Poems in Defense of Global Human Rights,” published by Lost Horse Press. New poems are forthcoming in Ekphrasis and 2 Bridges Review.