MICHIGAN

When I left my body, the voyageurs nibbled the bones
& yelped, feeling willful & saintly, with nothing
up their sleeves. Except that the aftermath was not what
they thought it would be, no idea that the Great Lake
would wreck & the dunes where they portaged
birch canoes would languish in real estate. Just voyageurs
talking to bones in patois, enticing, as if to coax
beaver pelts & pemmican out of my rib cage. …

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HOARDERS:
CLAIRE AND VANCE

C: I’m Claire, I’m an avid reader, aspiring writer, and I collect a lot of books filling the entire house so there are only narrow crevices to squeeze …

IN EXCHANGE

Furiously I’ve forgotten
who gave me the jigsaw puzzle
in exchange for Danny. The box
covers my crosslegged lap,
shrink-wrapped, and rattling
from inside.

Aquaman in orange rises
with his …

PIVOTS INTO WILDNESS

No one but Spock and God
are entirely or even
mostly rational. No one
but you and I are entirely
or even half irrational.

And yet I should say,
I’d rather …

Ephemera

A Preserved Darkness

The world ends but the territory goes on. The world ends like the horizon, like the
curvature of the earth whether anyone believes it exists. The world ends & beyond …