RYANN STEVENSON
Two Poems
I was moving across the country for a man
and a job.
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I was moving across the country for a man
and a job.
And maybe she meant:
Every season is an inch
I decide to share a photo online of my shirtless physique
because today’s rain
carries traces of yesteryear
Because you do not work in tech, web design, green-product design, market research, or sales, you had nothing
My only friend was the red fox that June.
Love has not been a credible threat.
I have walked down to the edge
of where the water meets
I search for a word beyondÂ
repetition or prayer
1. imperial I / of erasure / I parse the image / inviting voyeurs