by K.T. Landon
but this is how it ends:
the too-slow
realization. The long wait
for what has happened
to happen
to us.
How kind we are
without touching.
How we keep
working shopping going
as if effort counts
towards our final grade.
He tells me
I’m beautiful
all the time and
all the time I am
afraid. Lions sleep on
the pavement, goats
push a merry-go-round —
the world already
moving on. Beyond
the window I see
every last bird.
from Issue 6
K. T. LANDON is the author of Orange, Dreaming (Five Oaks Press, 2017). Her poetry has appeared in North American Review, Narrative, and Best New Poets 2017, and her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthology.
This is lovely
Gorgeous.