by Marisca Pichette
Dropped endings
holding last lines—
sparse beginnings wrought in
opalescence.
Out of the drought
frozen rivers run like tears
down the back of
tomorrow.
I weighed
a muscle in my mouth
before the pages peeled away
and clouds crumbled
into diamonds.
Pick one up
and throw it over yesterday
scented with flannel
and turquoise.
Marisca Pichette is a queer author based in Massachusetts, on Pocumtuck and Abenaki land. More of her work appears in The Razor, Door is a Jar, Room Magazine, Flash Fiction Online, Necessary Fiction, and Plenitude Magazine, among others. Their Bram Stoker and Elgin Award-nominated poetry collection, Rivers in Your Skin, Sirens in Your Hair, is out now from Android Press.
