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  You could have a big dipper   

Adrift by June Locco

I always imagined I would be there when you went away.

I’d scream.

Hysteria and disbelief commingling in wails,

while my weakened fingers held onto the last corner

of my long ago childhood,

that tiny tattered corner I’d held, and smoothed, and worried

thin as the wing of a dragonfly.

But when I got to your side,

there was only silence

as the unravelling edge slipped from my grasp,

floating away

with less than the sound of a breath.


June Locco is a writer and English professor in Baltimore, Maryland. She enjoys reading, gardening, escaping to New England, and finding ways to understand and define the world through craft. @Abbygoldgirl

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