baby wasn't born here

by Rachel Lynch in


the wild look in their eye, the fear. we pulled into Coos Bay with lightning legs and desire to spill, make a mess of things. The sun began to rise. Actually, the sun was burning, red hughs beging us to run straight into the belly of the beast. We went forward, legs like cannons blazing across the open road. Waking up every morning to motion like this defines the kind of girl I am, the kind of spirit I am. When we made our way through the dense forest, he asked me if I was scared. I replied, "You can't catch me, you don't have the guts".