we all share, right? Or are we just hallways in a
mall – empty arms reaching out in four
directions? It’s a long way to the
sea because there’s so much in between.
Though you can catch sight of it,
you may never reach it
because of the factories.
But we need things—to kill weeds,
run our phones, jimmy open car doors.
We need a thing with which
to photograph the Fall, and a thing
with which to frame it.
ELISABETH BLAIR is a poet, interdisciplinary artist, and feminist podcaster. Her poetry has most recently appeared in Right Hand Pointing and Brickplight, and is forthcoming in Feminist Studies, cream city review, and S/tick. Her chapbook, We He She/It, is available through Dancing Girl Press. www.elisabethblair.net