This poem is taken from Stand 235, 20(3) September - November 2022.

Tandy Sturgeon The Blue Hill Cycle
1. That Day

His arms around a broken sack
of potatoes, and barefoot, he
shoves his way up the porchstep.
It is then that the sliver of wood enters in.
Blood at the back of his lids
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