Issue Twenty-Six - Summer 2015


By Jonathan May

The cows I drive past used to be white on brown,
now just brown on brown like a ruined painting.
You have to die, I tell them in my head. You
have to die, my head tells me. Overhead, clouds.

Copyright May 2015

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