COCKCROW by Tyler Kline • Cleaver Magazine
COCKCROW by Tyler Kline Moment: a father inks the scythe above his daughter’s breast, a tail of bonfire licking a skein of braid. Moment: tractors rake light from crows and a goat blinks to count a storm. Moment knives are slid into boots like lures crossing a tiger-eye lake, moment hands covered in bees are pulled into light shaking honey. Moment: scapes are tied to a gourd, moment the gourd is hollowed until thirsty like a drum. Moment the boy asks which is his mother, the banjo or storm. Moment the boy eclipses whatever tower he can find. Moment: nothing has its name except straw-paper sun, moment the boy looks to the sky and begs for another.
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