Logan

Islands of rock rise sharply
out of a flat, dry ocean.
From a distance, a body recalls
the dreamlike bouyancy of the salted lake.
The buildings and bodies are rectangular and tasteless.
Women’s powdered faces are pale chicken breasts
dipped in flour,
sagging towards the skillet.
The earth here bleeds red when it is exposed.

 

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