by Emily Kendal Frey

When we die the perfect magnet of our bodies will arc

Time will extend over the mountain’s lip

Purple flowers

Our parents and me and you

Our developing minds still burning but fainter

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There are birds flying over the ocean

You know you’re beautiful

Shuddering birds

Locked in formation

Hold your breath

An hourglass of light pouring down

Cold clouds

Do you know how to hold the mass of a thing to your body

You sat in the backyard

Talking to the person on the other side of god

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My sister has planted a winter garden

At night the icebergs

Cartoon characters

Constantly dancing, I hope to save at least one of us

The sun sheds on her garden

Ridiculous music

Shaving halos in the air

I can see someone is failing

A great failure might occur