Light Comes to the Tundra

I found religion
hidden in a Bob Dylan love lie
of sweetly tuned syllables and eyelash outlines
he said that salvation lies between
your thighs and my intuition
that a few glasses of red wine can reveal
by god
the verb made flesh
leaning against an institution

the letters of your name
are scrawled out in spray paint on a wall, wailing
and baby I may not be worthy but I shall receive
the curve of your hip made me a believer
the grace of your stance
a zealot

Photo by Adam Cybulski.

Ivy East

Ivy East was born and raised in Minnesota and now lives in Oregon. She is a graduate of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University. Read her work at