Evening Gray, Morning Red

by Rachel Morgenstern-Clarren

I snap my locket eyes shut
& lay an ear to my lover’s

watch, as if his chest,
listening for the watery chorus

of heartbeats. I see yellow
skin & thick beards, the sailors’

louse-ridden clothes
frayed like almanacs

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