by Eric Burke
Local Variation
She stews wood ash
over our fire,
pools tallow
with her parents,
tries to stay
clean.
Haecceitas
Figs the only fruit,
I refuse to turn
from a life of ritualized poverty.
Equinox
They look skyward
together, last season’s hackberries still on the trees.
Eric Burke works as a computer programmer in Columbus, Ohio. More of his work can be found in elimae, decomP, Right Hand Pointing, kill author, PANK, qarrtsiluni, A cappella Zoo, and Weave Magazine. You can read his blog at http://anomalocrinus.blogspot.com/
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