Allison Titus

First things first: seldom do machineries pine and I was tired of waiting. Read: longing. I sold your bike and took the bus

to Winnipeg. Farewell white kitten by the roadside. Farewell California; goodbye to all the lanyards of my youth. To unanswered letters. To idols and relics; goodbye to the underside of your wrist.

Lest we remain beholden to our one good year. Lest the search parties resume. There is no outcome for which I am unprepared. One way or another. Clavicle or wool, for instance:

a coat. A hammer. No better tool than hunger. Put simply: I married a room. I ate snack cakes leaning over the kitchenette sink.