Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Graham Foust

Passenger Side



Sun through
a wound

in some plastic
wrap caught 

on wire around
a field I’m not in,

and then that
image caved in,

carved out, raved
up into cultural glue.

*

On the off chance
the other shoe

shows up down
the road, I’ll have

feelings too
famous to describe.


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