Fiction
I’ve never been wide-eyed
at midnight for a man
who didn’t hurt me
in the end. For a song
I didn’t soon wish
I’d stop hearing, though
by then I had it stuck
on repeat. “For you,”
Diane Wakoski writes,
“I would build a whole
new universe around
myself.” For you, I have
filled my boat with
imaginary fish. “And yes,”
Maggie Nelson writes,
“dream is just one letter
away from dread.” And
yes, I have bent back
the story to tell myself,
by catching them, I’m keeping
these fish from drowning.
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