Originally published in Conduit Magazine. Issue 35, Curtains: Death & Assorted Inconveniences. Fall 2025.
I saw you leave
Jupiter breaking through the ugly grey
Above you and the stars too faint to find
Something compels the crow to call
With such cacophony in error as if he knows us
Something from his memory
I wait up ignoring the mirror and then looking
Gravely into myself for myself
Knowing I am gone Go find me Give me back
You took it you took me and didn’t care
Where you went or how long you stayed
I hear my essence cawing A bird
Sees her own dead and places objects in mourning
A twig a cigarette butt a shiny thing
The sun came up before you tramped back in
Hollow and unyou scratched glass on your eyes
In disguise as some worse you
The globe all over so full of light and you a hole
Where my things go missing
Thief
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