aligned by a garbage bin

Someone once told me
that an ocean away,
a python took liberty
beneath the weight
of rubber cement
in overcast backpacks.

WD-40’s a powerful drug.

But it doesn’t do the trick
in sanding the surface
of the fear reflected
from eyes a shade darker
when that old buttoned shirt
falls to the upswept ground.

Try to keep your grip, and release.

Kristine Brown is a freelance writer and editor whose first poetry collection, Scraped Knees, was released by Ugly Sapling in early 2017. Her writing has appeared in Thought Catalog, Inflight Literary Magazine, Burningword Literary Journal, Rambutan Literary, Forage Poetry, among other publications. She amuses herself with experimental milkshakes and blogs at https://crumpledpapercranes.com.

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