Issue Thirty-One - Winter 2018

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By Sarah Carleton

Evening snuck in while
you were knitting,
eyes downward,
focused on a head full of knots.
Your labrador followed in a deeper hue,
blue-black, the color of nightshade.

She clicked over and sat on your lap
displacing yarn,
curled into your blue-linen underbelly,
her spine a crescent,
while you laughed, rough and rumpled.

You held her to your womb, pressing flat
the raveled strands.

Copyright 2018 Carleton