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Talia Marshall


It was the summer the coyote landed in our yard
but we were never there. It was like that then
it was June and people threw themselves at each other
or was it December, the month it makes sense
to stand outside the glare of the corner dairy
and eat lemonade popsicles, or raspberry for
their bright vermilion tongues. There were other
things but I forget them. Once I brought seven
oranges home in a red net bag. You were there,
or maybe it was Steve, you would have liked Steve
he was a good man. I had this dream about you and him
and you met, and really didn’t like each other. Never mind
my friend says the only person in your dreams is you
I said no but it made sense at the time, for their neon
arc in the dark yes of sleep, where death’s
a sweet white thing that swallows its tail
and has no end to it, but your body’s dive
through the slack parachute of sheets.
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