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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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INTERLUDE

 

only in the sun are we real. you are so

you today, blinking your tight oceans

and running back over the ground

uncovered, tucking a universal sigh

underneath your collarbone but still going,

yeah, sawing the sun out of sky and

the stars too soon, winking their

minute separate sadnesses all through the

resounding night.

and he was sawing and he was sawing

you just wrote her name as if the letters

were there by accident, had stumbled

into the room like loose shadows and left

in the moonlight spilling boundless

all over the floor.

 

                          -Elena Botts