Siloed
Madeleine Mara
I am opalescent and mad
that I could not find anything
near her descriptions
in this fold—
The shine of the ice cream store their creamsicle sign.
Otherness of walking and its speed fabrication.
The bubble of a coin sleek edge
of the beaver, the moose I looked
at for so long the loon and the polar bear.
Even the bill tucked
in my wallet for years
until handed over, so inconsequential
I regretted all the times I didn’t do it sooner.
Glass on a gray table filled
with ice on a day
it will melt in ten minutes.
Direct heat all night until a crack of thunder
wakes up
in the scene cooled and set.
Madeleine Mara is from Toronto. She now lives and writes in Brooklyn, NY.