"Begin with who was killed and why."     

                

If x = x,

y = x,

abc = x, etc.

 

salt for salt

ice for ice

 

      If someone asked, you wouldn't call it pain.

 

      Sound of rain, the water boiling over.

      "one chance"

 

      I lost my timeline.

 

      Now that it's broke, turning black, something ticking in the closet (the snow

      kept it quiet for a while)

 

      "That wasn’t love--it was longing."

 

      Everybody has ten days.

 

 

 

 

 

     © Kate Greenstreet

     originally published in Conduit