Putting the Cart Before the Horse

By Nicole Storey

I was a blackbird for Halloween
when those shapeshifters came out
of the terraforming colony and explained

that destiny is only a mile away from the gas station where you lost your virginity
and my best friend’s mother still cries alone at night
because the children don’t come home

I eat a peach and think about the nature of things,
you take apart the television again,
we hold hands

sing songs,
paint curse words onto the windows
of abandoned ice cream parlors

our city looks like hell and we dance between broken bottles,
spider webs carving out our nervous anticipation
when we gather the courage to leave the house

I enlist woodland creatures
who serve us humbly and well,
an eagle flies between skyscrapers

before you ask me what it means
that the rains don’t come anymore
you gut a river fish and look to the sky

molding grey to black
we run our hands over our broken limbs
tell stories of elephants and orange groves

you always know what to say
the sun blinks out and we wait for the carnivores
to take us, the snow falling on outstretched hands

Nicole Storey is a writer from Albuquerque, New Mexico. When she is not writing she practices yoga, plays with her dog and basks in the sun like a lizard.