Haley Lasché

 

Three Cranes


in plain sight of approaching traffic

a little earth pushes up

a little plant life also


an end keeps coming

or a series of endings never resolves

wears time down

to the bones of the road


it will all go to good use



Another Way My Body Grieves You


I anticipate burn before fire 

reflects in the skin the difference

between scar and hope

bubbles infection away from the meat


the loneliness is a four alarm sadness

vibration of blood drowns all meanings of loss


I am too fragile for the bandage

close my eyes and still

I see blue as though we were never

taken from the sun