by Mercedes Lawry
What can I say out here in the field of scorched grass?
How long will it take for the water to disappear?
Rivers thin to trickles, to dry rocks and bruised stones.
The many stars in a smoky haze, uncounted. Continue reading
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Aftermath
Flu Shot
by Mercedes Lawry
I talk about Ian Fleming
and James Bond.
He talks about Lord of the Rings,
the movie, gently pinches
my arm and stabs. Continue reading
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