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