Decoy Erin Ganaway
You say you have your sights set jigging like a lure through the thermals. promising you will return before I wake. as a burlap sack of flour spilling into our bed. in lucid dreams until I am plucked clean Your watch clicks from a bureau drawer the electric heat whirs still in the oak and Here in the house all goes noiseless your misfires, while I lie barren and Earlier version previously published in Ad Hominem Art and Literature Review, 2010 |
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