He unsticks the lottery ticket from the pigeon's feathers and sets the bird free. He's hopeful.


Two Micros by Joanna Hoffman

Please, don’t let me say her name, but don’t let
me forget it either. It’s the road I
have to cross to know I’m not home yet.

image of a red 1970 Impala

West Coast:

What friends you have usually just wind up dead or so I hear.

image of guava at a fruit stand

Two Micros by Stefania Gomez

She holds the coins to my weeping willow face / and shows how I will change their shape, / how they will flatten under freight.