Invocation, Annah Browning (forthcoming in issue 19)

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The antlers are massive.
They are sitting outside

in the rain. I am outside, too.
I put my head down

next to them. Be, be,
I say. Be, be.



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Nothing attaches. Nothing
is strong enough.

Then, if we are clever.
Then, if we are wily.

The whole house falls down
clear of itself.

To be destroyed. To be free
of the Maker.