Nicole Burgund
Tunnel

out of sleeplessness

to a house unlike

every one else is

 

at war

Just tinkering with the phrase Be all

End all    Just holding

 

the banister there requires a suspension

An old equation

travels slowly to my hands

 

not controlling means

you’re wind’s candidate

 

Be seldom near me

in the cavernous X

 

the uncertain guards

the blownwhite halls.

 

 

for Shannon Tharp and Maggie Jackson