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by Dylan Pasture

Published in Issue No. 193 ~ June, 2013

Tell me, who was it –

We breached the

wooden bridge to town


You caught my small hand,

laughed, out of

gas; February


We saw moon,

stars, which meant country —

But which country?


I know the weather,

music, the

empty bridge


Though I cannot remember

which of the monsters I have

loved can also share this night


Maybe it was me, alone,

Laughing and kissing

the mirror


I am already


my good memories.