— Sara Lupita Olivares

out here it pays well

                                                                            like cattle in trucks nameless

                          an arched emerald opening where night comes through

what thought reflects returns to scale

                                                   does this too pour back

the creatures return, precise in their hiddenness            what did you come for

overlooked, a white splinter, the gaps of seeing purposeful

                                                                                      five birches, their shadows various

                                                   this part of yourself

less an issue of noticing or unnoticing

                                                                                      a luminosity blotted, untraceable

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