wild hundreds

starts with a tire’s squeal
at getaway. broken whistle
of the coffee kettle
because work is waiting.

next part is a clan, a wild
bunch on the outskirts of civil.
the name she calls you
when she loves you casually.

the end, a beginning.
what we say when we name
ourselves. a dropped
letter to save time.


Read an interview with Nate Marshall here

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