Up Coal Canyon

I do not think it matters, she says …
then there is a pause

an ellipses or an em dash? Machts nichts, mein leibchen.

Then fighting through rushes too thick for ticks
smelling primordial
like a freight train breathing
up coal canyon.

I think it does, he says …
then there is a pause

an ellipses or an em dash? Vielen danke, meine leibchen.

I feel a dance coming on, she says.
A foxtrot or waltz, he asks.
No, something in the peat bogs
amidst the skulls,
something four legged.

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