Collective Unrest

 

darlings

November 9, 2018

find your horses and mount them/scream your name so they hear it
under the swamp/ we’ve lived
cold and terrible and gnashing/abundant, yet
keen

too late for you, tall man/ we’re
here with our own new torches/ long
ignited
strong

sour was your sentence
harrowed and false
interrogate yourself/real people say it’s
time

 

Tiffany Meuret is a writer and desert-dweller from Phoenix, Arizona. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Four Chambers Press, Eunoia Review, MoonPark Review, Martian, and others. Find her online at www.TiffanyMeuret.com or on Twitter @TMeuretBooks.

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