Smells like 60 degrees but yesterday there were threads
of cars carrying pine trees overhead to be rehomed and
adorned and fought over
A blanket of birds clothe leafless arms
They fuss and fuss and fuss and fuss and fuss and fuss
and I think they want something
from me but not everything is about me
so they don’t When I arranged my shed hair
in a portrait for you on the shower wall I was hoping you
would frame it though wiping
it away did come from sweetness I know and yet The
flock leaks into busy air one by one by one and fussing
takes off for the rippling of wings A utility pole spits the
shadow of a perfect cross onto a house of bridal white
I do not feel God I feel eyes
through a cracked window
each half of the curtain
tucked behind
an open ear
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Molleigh Judd is a writer based in Richmond, VA. Her poems appear in Bullshit Lit.
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image: Jason Melvin writes words and takes pictures.
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