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change, small and flat

We laid coins on the tracks until the adults, wearily pulled from their disregard by the seeming inevitability of our bad decisions, looked up from the campfire roused themselves […]

not a magpie

She gathers bits and pieces, none of them shiny, rubs her fingers against rough edges, eyes closed, trying to work out how to shape a thing from twigs and […]

lead

Behave as though everything you do matters even when nothing does yes else when the dog breaks free of its leash as you walk along the river you’ll stand […]

strung

I fill the car’s tank with gas remembering the times you told me always be prepared to drive away Would you be disappointed how little leaving I have done […]

coyotes

under bale moon through the night and neighborhood rolls the sound being unto itself sloshed up against fears soothings membranes and our claims of a broken world wild liquid […]

fall past tense

A stranger took an axe to the legs of an informational kiosk meant to offer welcome to wilderness felled the whole damn thing and then chopped it to bits […]

violetear

no I’m not surprised in fact I’m exhausted by your constant need for incredulity’s validation speak to me not of men their disappointments and yours instead stand with me […]

I’ve taken

I knew when I saw you I’d gotten it wrong but it was too late to hide the offering unwieldy in my arms pale green ribbon whispered undone tissue […]

she said

she said … She was a woman who made conversation of the sort I disregard I let her words slip past me as I stared at her face and […]

and then some

Her voice breaks. “Here’s what you don’t seem to understand: I will blame you always for this.” He shrugs. “That doesn’t even make sense. There is no blame here. […]

spin

every day she watches for royalty her moments ruled waiting for the tiny golden crown this is her plan to be so small in her focus so lessened in […]

evidently

she doesn’t remember anything that matters but birds folded from the ingot sky to earth enveloped held dark shimmer smothered to decompose the giddy shriek of collective winged refusal […]

how

I held you all this time one-handed existence fingers entwined with yours I know this as I know my breath as I know the curled ache protective in my […]

raptor

In my yard flung leavings the small crushed wrappings of awareness indigestible gentle I flatten reshape into something mitten-like into which I imagine sliding life only mine to offer […]

observance

Once a week thursdays early before the world has edges the woman colorless from sleep barefoot against the not-yet bold of fallen leaves unseen cracks the seal bends to […]

agnate

the ground on which you stand is firm it’s only memory shifts the world and memory is mine to fling loose unremembered fulcrum so do it again just like […]

All the little lines

She held her breath, pressed her palm to the window’s glass as the headstones raced away, and then spoke into exhalation as the scenery changed, “Don’t bury me.” Accustomed […]

wake

it’s difficult to know anyone exists dressed in wanting but her small cold undoings these lies of yours make a river her fingers bare and loose trail in the […]

wasps

The wasps have set up housekeeping in the space of my neglect where echoes muddle meaning so rage twists on itself mere white noise now against my cheek thrum […]

and ten

Now that you’re gone stand still arms outstretched in the middle of absence as I sort the possessions untangle the lines words from drift hang the suns leaden lures […]

littlest faith

after the scything the world vibrates ever with loss you lift to my shadow plead of me mistaken break my heart I offer not what you ask but otherwise […]

blank before fear

She dreamt (the worst beginning) everything turned on the story entrusted to her telling but her hands clenched vicious defense around meaning flesh bitten by unfolded details her mouth […]

be everyone

a kindness this agreeing to be those who were mine forgiven forgiving on behalf of the missing and absent and gone be everyone to me smooth the sheets crackle […]

raze

The only hint something was wrong for those not paying attention was a ladder left aslant against a tree long after the fruit rotted from the branches and madness […]

in gone

Did you think when I begged for assurance when I asked you over and over and over again to come looking for me if I disappeared that my departure […]

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