Liz McGeheeUpslope as Loving as You Can Over the course of the year, the paths of the moon are measured in cancer flowing through the body & homes that cover no one. You want to believe we're safe, but both of us are earth signs coupled in disaster. We are cat missing since the storm, too, forms thrown away, blooming against the moon. You said this was the resurrection, a way to see the lord. In marshland I know I am not an animal, nor a walking apparatus—for this reason I live in southern longer—bending & bloodblind. End of the World Saloon The oldest bar in america is the backseat of my rusted out ford. Once, our laughter filled these plains, a fierceness that pierced our chests. In the winter, you are fine with long walks & growing on the inside & maybe even sonarprayer. A mission for my retirement: install beautiful spittoon. I wanted to know the snakecatchers, too, but without you. I shared my clothing with a human shape outside your house. The way to fill a crack is so healthy now; I'm doing it all wrong. |