Alive
Poetry by Ashley GongUnder this Iowa sky,
rain falls in slits around us the glittering eyelashes of angels
who pray at god’s cloud-marbled floors. My breath is a fist of loose
wind falling away to scared I will run out. & mother weeps
at the wheel, her hips shaking with the car’s rumbling. We drive to the end
of the field, the tear of the page full of corn lifting…
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