We walk around your parents’ house and you are

telling me how when you were in high school

you used to

pretend you were on English moors

but all I can see is

West Virginia.

 

The sky is only light enough

to catch the edge of trees

how they bleed and feather

into mountains.

There are bats.

 

We walk to the property line

and look at the forest

and it is so dark at first

there is nothing to see

but if you wait

sky pokes in through branches.

Something old waits

trying to push us out

trying to pull us in

it wraps around our wrists and

things are flickering. It is making me feel

a little restless.

 

And then a dark thing

creeping

screeches at us. It’s sudden.

I forget my breath

until I notice its shape

which is the same as me and you.

It is familiar and so

I feel okay again.

We wave at ourselves.

We are calling to ourselves.

 

 

 

 

escoriaJuliet Escoria is the author of Black Cloud. For more, go to julietescoria.com

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