Send him each one of the old Prince
records, spread them on the living room floor,
glide over him like a needle following grooves.
Lips half-pucker
surround a tiny bud,
a stud in his ear.
MICRO
Two Haiku by Tara Betts
DEAD LETTER OFFICE
Solgangsbris
"It’s this life I want, this valley / between the hills and high places"
POETRY
Initiation
"Your friend has entered the tribe / of those who’ve buried their mothers"
MICRO
Super Orphan
"...arms wide into the sky."
