Sandra Fees

“Your Body Knows You’re Burned Out”

—New York Times headline

Inside, there is a parking lot.
A letter without an address.

There is flint. And foam.
But no spark, no drink.

There, a covered bridge
spans the waters

and an instrument
wants lips of devotion.

There, a bird
that rarely flies

swims gracefully.
There, a whistle

catches in the throat.
My ears are wheels.

They spin their warnings
in mind in mud.

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Sandra Fees has been published in Nimrod, Crab Creek Review, River Heron Review, Border Crossing, Whale Road Review, Moon City Review and elsewhere. The author of the chapbook, The Temporary Vase of Hands, she lives in southeastern Pennsylvania.