Poetry from Summer Block
In the back seat the baby,
sun-striped and damply dreaming:
a bright green field bloomed with bunnies
crawling through the grass that had no edges
plucking the bunnies into his mouth
warm and sweet and melting
and he would never have to see his mother’s face
because her body was everywhere.
Summer Block has contributed to The Toast, The Awl, McSweeney’s, The Rumpus, PANK, The Nervous Breakdown, and many other places. Her work has been included in several anthologies, most recently in California Prose Directory.