Issue 146

Summer & Fall 2014

Image from Dead Christ

Poetry Meg Day Poetry Meg Day

On the Day That He Goes, I Will

for Avery


think of you first.& then I will think of you again:

Your belongings—Stripey, a whoopee cushion—my heart,

stowed in secret—will lurchpitching, heaving, tumbling,

behind my breastbone,will stagger toward an image seared into

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