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  • December 11, 2019

Cows

Posted on 02.14.17 by VoiceCatcher

by Rebecca Jamieson

The black and white Holsteins 
aren't tame.
They live on the other
side of the electric 
fence, rolling their white eyes
if I get too close.

They smell of shit
grass and saliva
		summer
	sweet hay
and the big night
sky, prickling
with stars. 

They are in their own world – 
fervent chewing
the twice daily mechanical milker.
I am in mine – 
no friends, braces on my teeth
road that vanishes into corn fields.

I stand next to the fence
listen to its eager 
hum, touch a grass blade 
to it, just for the jolt 
along my hand, the sudden 
galloping of cows away 
from such desperate
electricity.

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