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
wild-eyed
  
the brake light shadow
forms a blush on my cheek
Helix
Kelly Forsythe
Forsythe_cover

Helix

Kelly Forsythe

Floating Wolf Quarterly Cover_wolf