Russell Evatt has an MFA from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. His work has appeared in Iron Horse
Literary Review, PANK, Fogged Clarity and Wilderness House Literary Review, among others. He lives in Krakow, Poland
where he studies the Polish language. You can find him online at http://krakowmigrant.blogspot.com/
She sent a version of herself
to the land. When her hands
held the sky there was no harm.
But now, she clasped them
on her lap. There were many hands,
not waving but stretching toward
her. Men didn't
want this. They had
their inklings. They talked
among themselves. She suggested
men swing from their lover's
hair. Everyone clung as if starving.