Kitchen Window

The mossy green– temporary escape.

Rustled leaves– this unkempt half-space.

The oak– an institution.

My faith in marriage drops deeper
and deeper into a canyon
of dirty plasma. It ghosts
and snakes away, blunges
expectations into a bent-
arrow half-


(originally published in Furtive Dalliance, Winter 2018)

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