There were no solid walls or impossible locks. I was the Queen of Birds, with a metal shim beneath my tongue and a shoulder slipped from the socket. My escape was always astounding; the art was finding the slack. Then you, my sweet locomotive, careened. Your impact shook loose sequins and concealed keys, released a […]
Robin Beth Schaer
Robin Beth Schaer: Contrition
A keening culprit, I came unzipped, unwed. My penance, to be province, to lie across a millstone bed, ground to powder, to be wife again. And you, my conspirator, my paramour, you strapped your longing to a sail, sent from town, sent to be lost. But trilobites cluster beneath your feet on mountaintop that was […]