cut brush, lick
fingers to feel the wind’s
direction, seek to achieve.
We arrive in a pile, struggle
to decide what is the next thing,
trade numbers and glances
before our ice-glass fingers disentangle
the vines that’ve grown
over our exit path.
We will, I hope, look each other up
one day, think better of it, &
close the window unceremoniously;
no need to ruin a single fond memory.
Jason McGlone's work has appeared in Potluck Magazine & The Metaworker and is forthcoming in Imperial Death Cult. He makes music under the name Mourning Oars, holds an MFA from Queens University of Charlotte, and lives with his wife and daughters in Cincinnati.