A reeling blank propped up against
The stretched and livid backdrop of the sky,
It rips, black and top-heavy, through the fenced
And farmstead-mottled plain a path,
[It’s scary: when I met myself] – Kallie Falandays
It’s scary: when I met myself
I was a worry doll,
Historic Flaws – Bianca Stone
I am going to the mountains
where the alternating universe of autumn
descends over you at an erotic squat. Out of that blank
and meaningless Play-Doh of my psychic flesh
I am moving on. I am a pupil of fading antiquity.
I fished alone that languid autumn evening.
Fished as darkness kept coming on.