EXPLANATION

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EXPLANATION
by Josh Kalscheur

It will take a good fight to bring her back
and the chief there orders his men to call
her in with conch shells, even if it means love

or staying on the beach when the sand hardens. 
There’s the chance she’ll float like Olofat
who spat blood and broke himself

into an archipelago. There’s the chance
she drank the sweet water in Tol
and poured her body out as a spring.

There’s the half-caste joke about the men
who left the lighthouse years ago.
No one can discuss sunsets or the fiberglass

of the boat or the story about her breasts
bloating later in the shape of an island,
into real rock. A bulletin goes out

and the boys climb trees for signals.
It could be days she stays huddled there,
and the oddsmakers on Saipan

place their faith in the fish she might spear.
Big deal some say, remember when the cliff
had imprints of hands, and the sliding streaks

of Sudal. There’s the chance she’s stuck
in a tunnel of coral or torn to tufts
and in that case the son could start killing

the pigs. She left the Mortlocks at night
and now the women cover the fences
with fronds and start with the baskets.

There’s the hope she’ll drift again as scraps
of land, as the upper half of a woman’s body,
the curve of sand in her neck.

Photo: Josh Kalscheur
Josh Kalscheur is originally from Beaver Dam, Wisconsin and now resides in Madison, where he is an MFA candidate at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. His poems have appeared in, or are forthcoming from, Georgetown Review, Mid-American Review, Fourteen Hills, and New Delta Review, among others. For the past two years, he lived, taught, and coached high school students on the Micronesian island of Weno, which is situated inside the reef of the Chuuk Lagoon.