Liz Mehl lives in Portland, Oregon, and is well-versed in the nomenclature of rain. She is the cofounder of Poetry Press Week, a biannual event that brings poets, along with their new and unpublished
Do you orient yourself so as to see what’s coming,
or what has just gone by? Do your cows angle
forward in backward pastures; is there spinback
on your trees?
The east-streaking
I want to go back where I was always evenly drunk
in the ether of the womb, corded
like a cosmonaut to the ship of a body,
never growing hungry, or cold.
Instead,