Yak
By Alan Montes
quit yakking
she said sad
she couldn't
stand me at
all anymore
but I blanked
considering
the yak,
the big bovid,
and I thought
she thought
that of me
which felt
wondrous
Alan Montes is a first-year poetry student at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. His poems have appeared in december magazine, Timber Journal, Bridge Literary Journal, and elsewhere online.