Sheet metal sun, tally of dead leaves, dogs, a rabbit darting
into a slot between wood pile n’ pickets. Little sister tile saw,
little brother furnace filter, father always in autumnal
dreams. Decaf, mom claims. Afterlife, promises and yet I’m
sleepless as car insurance, cryokids, dietary Hail Marys
and worries I jinxed it simply by watching the game.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 4.
Cameron Morse taught and studied in China. He is currently an MFA candidate at UMKC and lives with his wife, Lili, in Blue Springs, Missouri. His work has been or will be published in I-70 Review, TYPO, Otis Nebula, Sleet, Steam Ticket, and elsewhere.
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