Bernadette Cullen

Issue #
10
October 3, 2017

When tides were strings to pull

leaves   falling
into                 time
                      elbowed out of               space
                                                                                                   clouds huddled       tight

flowers    twisted        feet up
a black car        tires caked in dirt
          butterflies
                                    blue     orange wings    pinned into      cork

in a side chapel    saints          deboned

        in the garden    trees        cradling     rifles

                                                    on the beach

                                                  a    boat                       drift- ing

                                                                                       on the lip                  of a borrowed tide.

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