Like Leviathan’s Sigh

The birds flying together,
the rush of the hive—
how can I tell you

the sound? Think
breath and bleeding,
bullets in the heart

of November, living
ink pouring down
evening’s throat,

an applause,
a match asking—
what is fire?

Lindsay Brader is from Moses Lake, Washington and currently lives in Vietnam. Her writing can be found in Literary Orphans, Word Riot, Third Point Press, The Molotov Cocktail, Uppagus, The Bookends Review, and Black Heart Magazine.

You can follow her on Twitter (@lindsaybrader) where she doesn’t say much or email her at, where she says more.

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