LAYERUP /
GEORGIA JENSEN
So today, I was watching
floor of plastic bin
where fell there laid rest of my head ,
or flaked slips of what was made my head sunbare?
my shorted hair like
rind
tapped cold onto floor
to me lips on it of mirror saying,
“looks like a peeled vegetable”
to floor of shower ,me saying “whywhen is winter?”
ROOMS /
RYAN DOWNUM
I lay spoons in the dead grass
I tuck my grief underneath a new pile of cloves
The mountains behind the mountains hold terrible secrets
Several doves inside canoes
Canoes on lakes underneath your father’s grave stone
Animals I’ve touched inside reflections sit outside the window
Your neighbor drinks a glass of milk
This view of the shoreline
A small flutter of hands in a dream not mine
Beauty something antlered, motionless, and calm