New Franklin, Ohio

Her violin’s bow popped off the crowd’s
thin, bald trees–
it’s just too late to grow.
The next morning I called where you grew
and crawled these barefoot floors
of fingerprints and colors
and your name

 

(originally published in Packingtown Review, Summer 2018)

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