Spring 2022
Orion Avery Martin
Orion water runs in rivulets through my belly hair
howling
air awaiting
wavy distraction from cold
treetops no one else out
in the cold
punishment inter—
burnt marshmallow
air
run uphill to Orion
over a bank of
dark
interstices askew treetops
howling from the woods
are there wolves frozen in
my breath ghosts punishment
in streetlights
in western Massachusetts?
uphill bow forever
drawn
to Orion above the shadows—
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