Moving across the firmament I chase a spill of sky painted across 94E. Beyond the St. Croix and River Falls and its four fireworks stores. Past geese pulsing above the highway’s southbound bend and sheaths of truckbeds. Until like a small child tiring after a tantrum,...
Emily Krumberger (she/they)
Fall Glint
On that drive east down 36th street the summer’s last sun glint arrowed a shard across the windshield. The breaks: not quick enough. The squirrel’s dart: too direct, kissing the wheel with a deliberation its heart couldn’t sustain. Still, the veins sent blood. From...