Anchorage

Smell of smoke and Fireweed;

the barn door won’t

shut tight.

Skin flakes, peels

like red paint

 

Rot beneath.

 

Did yesterday bleed;

spill through

Her field like death?

She never bandaged

scraped knees

 

She bled.

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