Lizzy Burnam 🐞

Three vertical wisps of smoke 
On the eastern mountain range

The midnight washerwomen 
At the water’s edge

One kiss on the left cheek
Two on the right

Mom’s last-straw voice
Don’t make me count to—

Moon, huntress, underworld

The Maries who 
carried, grieved, and followed

Undone to-do’s 
Competing with each other

Death, birth, and beauty

Crossroad lovers
who might have been 

Days and nights passed 
No trace, no news