I’m building in this sprawling space, knowing my lot’s full of mud, with stone to crush, mix into cement and pour into a form I’m dreaming up, a footing that supports a structure, one line…
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Awakening by Peter Schireson
Awakening to the sheet, soft and familiar, across her shoulder, to last night’s tea, cool in a cup on the table, her glasses, the clock, the phone by the bedside, all seem to stir, awakening…
The Righting Reflex by Piper Daniels
You like to remind me of a poem I wrote for you, something about fucking in a car on a crowded street, something we did that was supposed to be amazing but was revealed to…
Dusk Takes Us for a Walk by Laurel Kallen
A reach for my small, emptied hand, as though emptiness were something to give. The fact of being separated in space or time. The grasp of wily nighttime, of soft blanket, of ways to respond,…
While You Were Out by Timothy McLafferty
Voila called and said you’re passé, offering to return your lab coat and reading glasses; Azalea called and said you’re next to drop your petals to the ground, but have heart, there’s always next year…