Magnolia Leaf by Connie Ma

The house across the road
from me has been sitting
empty for years. The front
yard is littered with rusting
magnolia leaves.
The curtains are drawn.
Christmas lights wilt from
the eaves. There were people
there once. A family. But,
then something happened
and they disappeared.
Some nights, I tell myself
that’s where I live.

-Bison Jack

for years
I live there
the house across the road

once there were people
sitting nights
the front yard with
magnolia leaves
the curtains from
the eaves

that’s where
Christmas lights happened
a family is drawn
then me

but are they empty
littered and rusting
wilt
has been

I tell myself something disappeared
from some

Day in the Life by emdot

This is where I say the wrong thing.
This is where the letters I have written,
but never sent; where the words you
have imagined, but never said; where
the differences between us far outweigh
the balance; where the waiter arrives
with our coffee and the check; where
teaspoons fold light into the darkness
and sugar into the bitter taste.

–Bison Jack

but This is where I fold the letters sent
where the written words far outweigh the bitter taste
where the never have never said
where I have imagined differences between the darkness and light
where the waiter arrives with check and balance.

our teaspoons
into the coffee
into the sugar
us

but This is where you say the wrong thing.