An Adaptation of American Sentences

Published in The Interlooper

Do

Does the warmth of my breath burn, my words scorching your tongue like soup too hot?

You

Does the smell of my hair stain your sheets, like my blood you spitefully shed?

Know

Does the clear dew that encased my eyes morph the beauty of morning grass?

What

Does the new promise covering the imprint I left fill your void?

You

Does the man adorned with horns and ruby eyes challenge your reflection?

Did

How do you feel knowing that the sword you thrusted killed your only love?

PHOTOGRAPH BY RACHEL KISER

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