from Indivisible LAYNIE BROWNE
Certain words you use like water. If the cloud is halfway between you and the light, each crystal acts like a mirror pointed downward. You know they are what you are made of, but sparingly. Indivisibleâ€” wax from distraction, relevant from knots. Withholding from though. Lack of dominion is the dimmest of inks, dense as snow. If I knew composite from haunt would this be easier? Calm fluid letters quickly crossed and loosened around your waist. Indivisibleâ€”disrupt from cycle. Back from setback. Tame from stow.
Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for phoebe's Spring 2018 issue.