Art by Patrick Driscoll

By Jude Casimir


the bridge we swore we’d always tend to,

the one bearing everything but us,

if we take one step, a single step, well, it’s a forever-fall

and we both like the ground under our feet

the bridge, flimsy, weathered, ancient, marred,

the one we’ve given up trying to cross—

               i’m lighting that motherfucker on fire,

               watching it go in a blaze of last dignity

               we should’ve done this together, a while ago,

               salute each other at our respective sides

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