Kelly Wiens (1978-2018) For the long-limbed dance of you,              your hair in my mouth, rye-and-coke breath, drugstore shampoo,                           baby-powder sweet stink of you.                                                          The nicotine buzz,                           ice off the lake, jump in, eyes shut, nose plugged,                                        freshwater-on-skin scream of you.                                                  Bar-closed drive home, 2am, Highway 5,              Quill Lake, Watson, Englefeld. In the rearview, you: passed … Continue reading Kelly Wiens