artwork: ralph murre
Tangled
by
Susan Tepper
Scrape
my face— find
vines
and what I want
leave
tangled—
there
were countries
cut
in sections
viable
yet invisible
but
for leanings— a shoulder
against
a train window
raindrops
blinding trees
beyond
the reach of
what
was cold
You
clutched a coat
promised
again to be sorry.
