Battlefield
for Frank Stanford
By Dalton Day
1.
On the night you left
we had a dream about wolves again
They bit into the tires of cars
drug flowers through the streets
while we watched from our kitchens
Our knives vibrated in drawers
We couldn’t decide whether the dream
was good or bad
2.
When we miss you we drive up
and down the interstate
begging smoke to claw from the engine
The stars swarm like flies to milk
As we head home we pretend not to notice
the paw prints in the dirt
We leave the porch light on
We look down the empty road you walked
We keep our decisions to ourselves
The moon keeps an eye on our throats
Dalton Day is very concerned about the death of the sun. He drinks a lot of chocolate milk. He loves drag queens. He cannot play the banjo. His work has appeared in Foxing Quarterly, The Legendary, and decomP, among others. His first chapbook, Supernova Factory, was released in May 2013 by On the Cusp Press.
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