Caroline A. Evey and Matt Lurie

Doorways and Discoveries
By Caroline A. Evey

By Matt Lurie

When I see the parakeet
bundled like a bouqet
in the 2 pm parking lot
I put down my business cards

lay them out on the gravel
like a homeless architect
assessing stolen blueprints

and mash them into a city
a cheap paper one like Nutley
NJ where that woman baked

her daughter alive and where
my friend Ben King caught a football
hurled from the house that smelled
like rye bread and coconut oil


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