Anne Heide
“Kangaroo”
from Caketrain Issue 06

May the sand beneath me
be wind.
If it were lighter and carried
eggs instead.
I may have very well supposed
it a bird.
So it feeds me from its paw
when I draw nearer, stumbling
the underbrush
beneath my stomp.
I try to speak
up, to make this animal work
like me, against me.
To hold me head again, down.

Caketrain is a literary journal and press based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Our interest is in bringing you, reader, the very best in contemporary creative writing, full stop. Our goals are for each issue of our journal to submerge you in a birthing tank for gelatinous language monsters, young masses of tentacular foci undulating as directed (in all, at once) by our eclectic stable of contributors; for each new book we publish to seduce and ensnare you, sometimes intangibly, always undeniably; and for you, reader, to be able to draw at least one passage from our banks that prods your mind with such precision and power that it feels as if it was written for your eyes alone. To wit and to whet, here is a snippet, a slight nip of our delicious lit mix:

Copyright 2003-2006 Caketrain Journal and Press. Rights to literature revert to their respective authors.
ISSN 1547-6839.

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