The Sublime Before (Is Someone’s After) by Luiza Flynn-Goodlett

Red-throated hummingbirds spar above
the magnolia. Upwind, something grilled.
The dogs are still alive, yap at whitetail in
the cornfield. The rooster hasn’t chased us
down the driveway, so no one got fed up,
loaded the shotgun. Father’s heart doesn’t
yet float on a pillow of fat. The miscarriage
is years off. Summers, we bleach hair with
lemon, are warm as gold on skin, haven’t
glimpsed the shapes we’ll be hammered in.

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