by Jean Valentine
You rope that pulls them where they do not go
horse running sideways
on only water
no school no teacher fire
made out of fire
poison houses
children in a rough line
holding onto a rope
a man with a cell phone pulling the rope
the reception breaking up
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The man had to leave the books behind
Leave night behind I know you don’t
use words there
sleepwalking a word-scrap Day-walking
my Redeem’
I’m lifting something very light a blanket
Outside the window you’re lifting something
very heavy
Pat the rope then
chew the rope apart
I know you don’t have teeth there
I know you don’t have hands there.
Last updated March 18, 2023