Tara Mae Mulroy
The man you love ties his lovelorn ex to the back
He says, She wouldn’t let me go. She was just
unskeins. The moon will call her ghost. Her gray eyes raking
happen. Love him harder. Dive into the river again
Strip the nightjar of its feathers while it beats
what hands he’s touched. Dream of the girl
smiling. Her longing, too, a madness.
|No. 12 - Fall 2013
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