Later On

There were lovers who forgot they had feet, since fever gave them longer legs and it was like
they were walking through the trees on stilts. They didn’t want wheels, and they did want
wilderness. And they were not afraid, even though they were easily overcome. The secret was
they held some unspent storm, and that heightens everything. Seeing themselves in mirrors
would shake them, since not feeling their feet and having mile-long legs made them sure their
heads should have evolved too, which wasn’t the case. They’d die twice in fire before they’d live
back down there in their lives, and that’s the truth.

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Laurinda Lind lives in New York’s North Country. Some current and forthcoming publications are in Blue Earth Review, Comstock Review, New American Writing, Paterson Literary Review, Radius, SmokeLong Quarterly, and Transom.