WAS by Michael J Pagan

            I do wish it had been
                        a different
            she said

A dim hiding behind
                        a wall, where Hollow
arranges its luggage and
            building blocks

        A quick—but fancying—
                                                        breeze, she said
            Dead leaves fell—they
            couldn’t breathe:
                                      Why so lofty
                                      to behave like a human

Up—trying again,
her Indian’s chin: It’s your history I’m keeping
                                             in the afternoon
                                             of my head

He’s in occupied territory

            please believe that I am
                                       apart successfully

                                                            I then shrug

Michael J Pagan is a recent graduate of Florida Atlantic University's Creative Writing MFA program. His work has appeared in Bridle Path Press, The Rumpus, The Northville Review, DIAGRAM, and is forthcoming in the Eunoia Review, and Prompt Literary Magazine.