Issue 14
Out There

My bedroom window sits open-mouthed,
yawning deep into the nervous dark,
deep into the naked girth of the night.
There are times the trees out past
the house stiffen their backs to keep still.

Out there, something is enjoying this.
There are times I lean in the windowsill
and watch the world turn off and on—
and sometimes the breeze simply blows
through, rattling every painful thing.