Ryan Collins


Dear New Haven—


                       Your permanent record out in force, canvassing
the Midwestern night sky. You track the constellations. I wait
for you to manifest, take human form, or become Shiva the
Destroyer. See to our deliverance. Your slate expression waits
for the chiseling away toward definition. You banish yourself,
hiding within temples, hoping to outlast the monsoon season.
But the floods have your number. Consult the I Ching, draw
from the tarot—the fates will not break rank. Our scent finds
the sharks. Take the rope when it falls. Someone on the other
end will pull you out. I’ll stay back to make sure nothing & no
one follows.

Champagne wishes,



Ryan Collins is the author of a chapbook, Complicated Weather (Rock Town Press) & an e-chapbook, Handshake Trouble (Gold Wake Press). Some of his recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Leveler, Spittoon, Ping Pong, Knock, H_NGM_N, Diagram & Handsome. He lives in the Illinois Quad Cities. He can be reached at ryanrichardcollins@gmail.com.



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