by Andrew Furst
my love
and three hundred.
between them
a picture
of a long sand bar
stretched across the red sea.
i am disguised
as an echo
in dissolving water.
threadless, fair,
and uncolored.
i forget
putting a price tag on
the red and sweet
of listening to you read
about the dakotas,
and their shaking winds.
disconnected from
every childhood friend;
address, city, state, and zip.
three hundred loves
forming a plane,
intersecting at 11:11 pm.
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Andrew Furst is a poet, artist, author, photographer, musician, and a technologist. His poetry has appeared in The Chaffin Journal, Superpresent Magazine, Dime Show Review, and Levee Magazine, amongst others. His art has been featured in the Emerson Review and Mud Season Review. More about Andrew at www.andrewfurst.net.