The day you leave for a trip on which you’ll drive treacherous mountain roads alone for hours, I rehearse losing you, absurd gesture, useless
Everything loosens its grip, the flag slips down the pole, the girl’s hair from its clip, and the leaves, of course, let go to
They break in to boarded-up houses looking for razors. They cannot see themselves in the failed mirrors. The fine line between their upper lips
The drowned girl attends class, her blasted eyes rolling back while someone drones on about unnecessary words. Will she never get out of here?