Read This Once You Need to Know More About the [GIRL]

Leaves fall from trees like sand and wind,
the cluster of weeds
under your doorstep.

He’s in the therapy box again. Inside, a bright orange couch. Her brother looks small in the mass, his bangs like commas on his forehead, blue eyes, dreams.

And he says, “Scarecrows hung along the bay are deformed with water.”

Stares at the two-way. Adds, “Opening

their distended bellies means finding old fish, a child’s game.”

He says nothing more for hours.

And then — a development.
You terrify me.

You hear water. Trees continue to contain God over the years. You think of sand.

Distilled flowers.

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About mckenzielynntozan

McKenzie Lynn Tozan lives and writes in South Bend, Indiana, where she works as the Departmental Secretary of English and World Language Studies at Indiana University South Bend, and remains closely affiliated with 42 Miles Press, New Issues Poetry and Prose, and Wolfson Press. She previously received her MFA in Poetry from Western Michigan University, where she worked as the Layout and Design Editor for New Issues Poetry and Prose and as an Assistant Editor of Poetry for Third Coast. Her poems have appeared in Encore Magazine, Sleet Magazine, Rogue Agent, Thank You for Swallowing, Whale Road Review, The James Franco Review, The Birds We Piled Loosely, and Analecta; and her book reviews have appeared on her website and on The Rumpus. She lives with her husband, their daughter, and three cats. For more, visit www.mckenzielynntozan.com. View all posts by mckenzielynntozan

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