ashley dunn

    As They Fall Out My Mind

    There is no method for it haha I’m just, watching
    it float away—an entire history; an episode?
    facade? picture show? Blizzard—it has gone
    too far. Not pointing any fingers. Where am I?
    Where were we? Frames of things, that’s where: they

    recycle off as I rejoin the fold, boldly,
    unsure, conjuring noise to get to something
    other than a repeat performance of after-
    the-fact. Bitterness turned inside-out. Maverick. No time for it.
    As they fall out my mind.

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