![]() | ![]() Lori Lubeski from Inside the envelope 2. rain upon clouds upon tender nights of devotion I whisper chaotically into the blindspot where another car is in the lane the land clean and divided from the plane window like threaded glass beads among the sand why one does not proceed into strife but a ringing bell reminds us of church of pie of paper plates the word picnic the world is on a picnic and you do not share the devotion to you as I yet the meal without food a private act of intolerance if to wander is discontinuous a needle in the pie various sub-divided plots like constricting bloodvessels lean to greater burial Next |