will I become desert in desert sand-toned lizard water hoarder fire ants bleeding from a pinhole will I bleach blow hot air sprout juts that resemble other shapes and people cannot name them live like a jackrabbit a dune a weathered bone eat salt and carelessness while throwing hunger like a wild pitch and thirst like seeds to plant shrink and crack and petrify nocturnalize mecactusize my foot even now turning Camel Thorn Tree my eyes, Fata Morgana
Inga Lea Schmidt holds an MFA from Hollins University. Her work has previously been published in Puerto del Sol, CALAMITY, Gigantic Sequins, Cosmonauts Avenue, and elsewhere. She lives and writes in Pittsburgh. Inga was a contributor to Volume 9 of Packingtown Review.