then I
recalled running—and all I did
to shock my heart
then I
recalled running—and all I did
to shock my heart
beside a silver
hairbrush, a red silk scarf
brighter than blood
some green
seedling no snow truly
covers for long
passing through
shadows pointing against me
like thorns
a wood’s path—forking
again and again—became
the space between trees
around
a birch, a pile of bark—
proffered pages
distant keening—
the sound of a bent saw
coaxed to sing