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[GUEST WRITER] Sandstone Legs, By Charlena Kea

sandstone legs

high tunnel fog in October
my mind feels far away
chicken kisses in the AM
I still think of you everyday

just another farm girl's wishes now
can you keep my winter crops warm?
I'm thinking of cold blood and cracked skulls
sunberry stains on my right forearm

your cattle line the streets there
still waiting for my passage by
school explosion on the drive home
half legs around the bomb stove fire

just a cluster of red dots to all of them
I hope one day they'll see
pawns and prey and bugs alike
maybe it's all we'll ever be

I'm just the same as you, though
soft heart but iron bones
incense smoke lures me closer
I'm scraped pure on sandy stones

deafening when I see them hanging
these hollow iron shells
they let your kin bleed out there
damned the rest to living hell

I'll wade through murky river depths
please wash my red hands clean
I'm desperate, I beg you every night
erase these things we've seen

my likeness sells postcards on the roadside
beckons to me while I pass by
I'll walk away with nothing left
she'll never ask me why

school, her brother, my hair in her hands
the ducks her father leads home
relief in knowing for certain
she'll never be left alone

I'll thank you a million times over
for our black hair and piercing eyes
eight thousand miles between us now
sharing sun and clouds and sky

potholes lull me half to sleep
grind my sandstone legs to dust
I say I'm not leaving you here this time
loving you 'till I turn to rust


Charlena Kea is a Cambodian-Chinese American designer and farmer from Portland, Oregon. She graduated summa cum laude from the University of Oregon with her Bachelor of Architecture and has since spent her time making odd things like buildings, zines, and mobile applications. She currently can be found frolicking in pastures with her sheep, wreaking havoc on horseback, and tending to vegetables. She has lived in Italy and Spain and has a heart for traveling and learning languages. She always has her sketchbook and micron pens in tow and is on the lookout for her next adventure.

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  1. thanks so much for hosting Zach!

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  2. Thank you for letting me share this! I always love reading your pieces 😀

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