“You get to work early,
pull up into the school’s empty parking lot.
Three street lamps shine their pale glow onto dark asphalt.”
“the girl who lives in your mom’s house
cries inside the bedroom walls
when she thinks no one else is there.”
“A scholar, old and dead, once said that all
is fire, in motion like a river’s flow.”
“wake up to bleary shadows.
drag a mattress across the bedroom.
wedge it through the threshold.”
streets under water
torrent of orange leaves”
“I met a version of you
on a cave tour in South Dakota.”
“I lie in bed and turn my head
to see your face illuminated by
the forest fire outside our house.”
“You’re on the edge of a plateau overlooking a valley of hoodoos
dusted with remnants of yesterday’s snowfall.”
framed by planks salvaged from a ransacked village”
“I cannot forget.”
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