Bridle and martingale,
the crupper’s strap and buckle,

 

Among the birches
ears scooped the rustle.

 

 Someday you will leave this town and not look back
but for now you keep hurtling toward
the red center, the road unfolding,

Listen to the unforgivable birds
piercing cold sky and singing like needle and thread
and feel for the scar splitting your eyebrow.

There is no place like the unbearable ribbon
of highway that cuts the Midwest into two unequal

In this videogram, Wunderlich reads a poem by C.D. Wright that grapples with mortality.