Kelsea Habecker Unconjugal Weather

came blue all

winter solemn and faded


the horizon. Light stretched

lean, strained. Came


blue and turned the world

into ribcage, pelvis. I walked


the trail home and buried

my mouth in it. Came


blue, brought sky to earth

and we couldn’t stop


its current, couldn’t hold back

collapse. The path was


lost snow. Came blue and bilious

furying down, building up


against. No doors opened

outward. The only way


was in. Came blue

and broken, staggering


out of the sky

like ash. Unconjugal weather


came blue and flimsy

and then like you


was gone—

a wick extinguished,


a spindle of lichen lilting

to dust.


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