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"Fate," by Heidi Stofer
Fate,
I
imagine the tender thread as it works between your fingers, my life strung up
among your gnarled knuckles. It is frayed from the friction of swift weaving,
knotted where it wore too thin. In some places it is thicker, intersected by
another’s life line, patterned and opaque.
Equilibrium
restored, I am a single entity. Fresh dye hangs from the hemp and makes the
length seem not half so lovely as the width. And still the days stretch on in
fibers, fading from the oils in your skin that soak up the colors.
Though
I am young, my string sags on the ground with the weight of what meager truth
has seeped into it. This threadbare ribbon of a mind sinks into the remains of
civilizations, blurred by the remnants of past lives with the only certain edge
at the end of a sword.
Please,
take your time.
A
fraying soul
~~~
"Denarius" by Brigitta Meyer
"Denarius" by Brigitta Meyer
Where’s the fairy floss?
Who killed the lilacs, the
marigolds, the prairie roses?
They left scarlet in the
clouds.
Dear amateurs,
Use bleach.
The sky is bleeding,
The doctors advise you to say
your goodbyes.
But it’s just another day the
town was painted red,
And thanks to the expansive
atmosphere overhead,
The stars—as usual—have to clean up the mess.
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