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Orion / Avery Martin
Orion
Avery Martin
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water runs in rivulets
through my belly hair howling wavy distraction from cold
air awaiting treetops
no one else out in the cold
punishment burnt marshmallow air
inter— 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
uphill in western Massachusetts? to Orion
bow forever drawn above the shadows—
