Mar/Apr 2019 • Vol. XLI No. 2 Poetry |

Are You There?

The girl at the till counts to three. There’s a key on the floor, a fish flying in a far-northern pool, a picture she blinks with the click of a mirror. Did she work on rhetoric with you? Did she show off her teeth? There’s a walk in the park she’s keen to regret. Did she tell you? A word is always out there looking for words. And no — she doesn’t recall. What boy? The girl at the till lifts a feather out of her thoughts. She watches the day turning inward: the rain like a false assumption, the smoke like a bee in her throat. All those acres of lights. There’s a moon playing catch with a pond. A great bear disconnecting itself from a dot-to-dot argument. She picks up a thought from the floor. Is this yours? she asks the man playing guitar on his phone.

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