Collaboration with Deb Morbeto.
You wake up and something has changed.
Maybe your lover is cheating, or you’ve started
your period, or your country has declared war
on another country. Winter unrolls
her old bones, cracking the loam, the light sharp
and metallic, as if some cheap fluorescent god
has taken over, spotlighting the world’s
flaws, even the green gone cheap and tawdry.