We drove looking for ghosts on the gravel road

high school boys: a stone inside means
I want to tell this story
a stone inside
a car I was
barely breaking into frost
& flowers of ice
chipped our bumpers
We put the windows down
to reach our wolf spirits
We follow another car
all over my body it is snowing
I lean to call out the window to you
choke on my blonde
hair I’ll call you spirit
I called you back from the shoulder
of a highway, a plum
sunset tapering to a splinter
It is hard to know anything
the brake light shadow
forms a blush on my cheek
Kelly Forsythe


Kelly Forsythe

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