portion of the artwork for Katherine Fallon's poetry

Winston-Salem, NC, 2000: Kegan, Positive
Katherine Fallon

We were seated on a park bench covered
with bird shit when you told me. My legs

were folded like a grand arachnid, and you
put your head in my lap. I took your palm

and, pretending I knew which was the life
line, chose the longest. Crisply creased,

its shadow tributaries worked magic on me,
never yet unsafe. I always knew that bodies

were necessary, but not that they were also
threats.           Question marks, at best.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 55 | Spring/Summer 2020