This river it isn’t / a river your mirror
it isn’t a curse / can you come back
to your body already / your hands they’re waiting
to hold themselves / your voice
thin sunlight / guitar strings
from far away / either are or aren’t
there / and so what
if they are

snip snip / go the scissors of Fate
everyone looks different now
with their hands / in the air
like it’s all some / thrill ride / like they’re standing
on the deck of a ship
sails hugely breathing / the wind
like a giant lung / full of salty breath
some dumb compass / spinning
for North / we’re all just
magnets with eyes / aren’t you
moving toward the water / are you
looking / in the mirror again

it’s made of sand / you know
what they say / lightning
never strikes twice / in one spot
it’s bullshit / like most things
the question is really / what makes it
what makes it return

Casey Patrick

CASEY PATRICK's poems have appeared in Passages North, The Adroit Journal, RHINO, and on public transportation in Minneapolis/St. Paul as part of the Impressions Poetry Project. She's received fellowships from Vermont Studio Center, Hub City Writers Project, and Tofte Lake Center. She lives in Minneapolis and is working on her first collection. Find her on Twitter @everythingfitz.

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