Can you still hear
the blue notes

across the tectonic flats?
In an act

of execration, we were trapped
by teleology.

The first time we met your name slid by,
uncapitalized.

You said from the start
you knew I was starving.

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Kendra (She/her)
Kendra Mills is a recipient of the Elisa Brickner Poetry Prize. Her work can also be found in the tide rises, the tide falls, Oyster River Pages, Helix Magazine, and The Flagler Review.