K in P (plus one) | Kimberly Lyons


When wolves lock eyes.

I advance, you retreat. Retreat again.

I'm immobilized. Then retreat.

You advance. I'm immobilized.

I'm very busy. Exercising.

And whitening my teeth.

In the quietude of this empty cart,

I read about wolves.

Oh, how this story narrows to

infinity. Coils into conscription.

Can't fathom its echo.

Realize parallel lives

cannot merge in a flat universe.

Bounded by hemispheric stripes.

Boiled in love.