[After we felled the Noble fir]

Authors

Jennifer Moore

Abstract

After we felled the Noble fir, you washed the sap from my hands. In the sink, the soap and the sap and a nest, a bed of needles. You read my future in their pattern: You'll do this, you'll do that. It will be this way. True, all of this happened: a pair of hands in the mirror, a gathering of dark matter. We traced the lines of pine in the white basin and left the tree outside, a cut thing.

Recommended Citation

Moore, Jennifer (2013) "[After we felled the Noble fir]," Booth: Vol. 5 : Iss. 3 , Article 5.
Retrieved from: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol5/iss3/5