2nd Place
‘Walking Home’ by Jessica Lindsley
All the cassette tape unwound and cast aside on sidewalks
those gruesome magnetic intestines of Roy Orbison and
the Everley Brothers and along the train tracks where we used to walk
home, you and me and the girl we lost to the river.
We spent hours with scotch tape and a yellow number two,
reeling back the words to the songs that we loved.
Mobius songs of despair, dis-repair, leaping breakneck
through the vocals. We married our shadows in the snow
ike fools, the inescapable landscape tilted. Our hands
cannot hold each other here, we are jettisoned one fleshy
stinking corpse at a time. In dreams, Roy sings. In dreams.
The current rocked her body those months
like a cradle, like a lullaby that we could not un-sing.
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