Issue 14
In the International Journal of Bifurcation and Chaos:
She is Seeing Someone in Addition to You

After she raised her muzzle from my intestines
I felt like the slender feet of a songbird curled
Around a thorn on the brittle
Arc of a briar, singing
Cathedrals in evaporation
She was finally here—I didn’t need an inside
In the tongue colored snow
My heart and my clothes