by Bronte Billings
Dear Little Pit, I wanted you to know
what the bottom of the world
looks like. My belly rocks
with our boat where desert air
burns lemon cake sweet. Sea sick
salt air we warble from around the
Pacific, blue on blue on blue crystal
foam. I feel your feet push inside
me, little body bobbing with
crusted passageways. Watch
the coast, see the brown green
hills. We’re passing dust and gnarly
root trees. We’re passing the world
and you’re all I carry of our home.
Bronte Billings lives in Northeast Ohio with her not so balding black cat beauty. She earned her MFA in poetry through the NEOMFA. Bronte is the recipient of the 2015 & 2016 Academy of American Poets Prize and the 2017 Leonard Trawick Award. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Jenny Magazine, Bone Bouquet, Pussy Magic, Pinwheel and Barnhouse.
