Charmi Keranen has lived in Northern Indiana for long enough (always). She has a BA in English from Indiana University South Bend and is self-employed as a proofreader of court transcripts, which she shamelessly mines for her writing endeavors. She and her husband have two children, both of whom are fleeing their childhoods to pursue college degrees. Her work has appeared or will be forthcoming at Salt River Review, Elimae, jmww, blossombones, Stirring, Slow Trains, Passages North, and elsewhere.
It’s not about the bees
We dream differently
Faces to the ground
Listening for the tremble
Of the water table
Set for who knows who
It’s flowing through
This earth and that earth
Weaving the earths together
Into a primordial ooze
This is a mythology
Who knows what is true
In my dreams you
Are naked and bleeding
Have three children
Are a black butterfly
We argue
I am tree
Rooted
You are carving a cave
In the back of the moon