This is the glimpse of the god you were never supposed to get. Like the fox slipping into the thicket. Like the thief in the night outside the window. The cool gray dorsal fin in the distance. Invisible mountain briefly visible through the mist formed of love and guilt.
imagining her freedom...And the stranger’s face hidden in the family picture. The one
Laura Kasischke’s most recent collection of poetry, Space, in Chains, was published in 2011 by Copper Canyon Press. She lives in Chelsea, Michigan.
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