locality

By: Josh Anthony

down the rubble path of Peaceful

Valley’s locked bridge we scramble

and land to exchange ink

like altar candles. it’s not

the naming of things left dead

but the name left to die.

i watch the Spokane hide what

heavy metals drudged up this life.

you lay on your back and undo

your jacket. see the dust

accumulate like carpet on

the concrete underway.

we hear voices above it all

thinking they’re alone to the world’s ear.

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Josh Anthony holds (precariously) an MFA from Eastern Washington University. Josh has appeared in a fingerful of magazines such as Crab Fat Magazine, Gone Lawn, and Slipstream, among others.