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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