Meredith MacLeod Davidson: 'Host for \ Red Haze \'

Host For \ Red Haze \

            whole deserts hang the sky
where wheels scrape red wash
between & man an empty seat :
so, where's the sun gone?
                                    \ we came here for you \

beach ladies are chill : she is
cool with a pigeon eating her
ass : I lick a stripe of cold cream
pistachio from a leg thinking
of                                \ a lifetime spent \

up on those Dali rooftops
nothing but biblical bread & a pillow
\ blood \ is just so viscous and red
on pavement, is it not?
the canary is not the bird : it derives

from the Latin "dog" \ wild \ packs feasted
on this craggy drift : do I feel it in
my body? what I am entitled? my debt
is not made clean by acknowledgement

            sometimes I worry all I can
do is pump money
into a local economy : for all that's worth
            this is not even
                                \ the grandest \

Meredith MacLeod Davidson is a poet and writer from Virginia, currently based in Scotland, where she earned an MLitt in Creative Writing from the University of Glasgow. Meredith's work is published or forthcoming in The London Magazine, Propel Magazine, Cream City Review, The Boiler, Gutter, and elsewhere.