by Lane Falcon
this regret when my life
is reeled again to where gills dry
how I never knew human hands
to stop my fall. That everything I’ve needed
was inside me,
is no excuse because truth
precedes atonement: I’ve been lured by
hollow glint
I thought was sustenance.
Lane Falcon’s poems have been published in American Poetry Journal, The Carolina Quarterly, The Chattahoochee Review, Harbor Review, The Journal, Mayday Magazine, New York Quarterly, Passengers Journal, Poet Lore, Qu, Rhino, Rust & Moth, Spoon River Poetry Review, Sheila-na-gig, Swwim Everyday, Tar River Poetry, WWPH Writes, and more. Her manuscript “Deep, Blue Odds” was selected as a finalist for the 2023 Black Lawrence Press Hudson Prize and the 2022 Lightscatter Press prize, and semi-finalist for the 2022 Tupelo Press Berkshire Prize and the Inaugural Laura Boss Narrative Poetry Prize. She lives in Alexandria, VA with her two children and dog.
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