Cancelling My Flight to Fort Worth

fAYE GOODWIN

 

Molluscan I
Indulge the morning rain with melancholy
And lurch down wet streets in my station wagon full of
Possession (that suctions sticky and dries hard on the skin). 
A green tub full of shoes (single, for my one great foot) 
A box of sweaters, moss-colored
Somewhere an umbrella packed away beyond reach. 
So I stay shelled
Creep under wet awnings
Extend an eye stalk cautiously to order latte
And retreat behind operculum and spiral spiral spiral
Let no one in
Wait to go home.

 

 

Madhav Dutt

Adair Jones, cardboard clouds

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