Eidolon, and: South Carolina

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eidolon, and: South Carolina Laura Rashley (bio) eidolon even as i wait to harvestthe lychee between my legs each month i am thinkingof a daughter: some golden-spun cotton candyglobe of fingers & toesinto one or more likeme? brass tilted windtempered & tooth & how will my daughter grow? inside her my auge & timber, my recklessness [End Page 172] callow childthis, too, will be yours: daughtered language in tomato skins & the burnof old bay beneath our fingernails shelled summers spentcursing the creek who named you brine bringing you: life again & again & again my mudlark loveme, moonless South Carolina an anagram Our lushlotus roots,a coastalosculation tornto chains &sin—this is anashcan colors slouchto iron & rust: [End Page 173] no crania, notorso,no aorta orcolon. rusticriots staunchthis soil—an aha,contour touch natural toits locution.a shot, a tool.casualhurt too hotto hoist, too actual &austral— a choir turns rainto nails. [End Page 174] Laura Rashley Laura Rashley is a writer and editor living in Charleston, South Carolina. She holds a degree in English from the College of Charleston, and her work has been featured in Poetry Quarterly, Fall Lines, Memoryhouse Magazine, and others. Two of her poems were on exhibit in the National Portrait Gallery. A Presidential Scholar in the Arts and a National YoungArts Finalist, she currently works as an editorial manager and ran her first marathon in January. Copyright © 2019 University of Nebraska Press