I knew nothing of Magpies
or what it might be like to fall
those nights were a fast moving train,
ticket stamps wore infidel smiles.

Normal is a purple sky
tucked away in a dresser drawer
I knew nothing of keys
an unfinished puzzle

or those conversations
between the Magpie and your Mom
when you put down the phone
and framed October under glass.

A.g. Synclair is the editor and publisher of The Montucky Review, a journal of poetry and prose. His work has been published in a wide variety of online and print publications, despite not having an MFA in anything. He lives, writes, and otherwise collaborates in southwestern Montana with his significant other, the artist and poet Heather Brager.

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