"Mailtime"

Written By

Kyle E. Miller

coming in from the sun

words green on the page

leaves exploding

in a bowl of cream

and the poems smell like

the one for whom they once belonged

her perfume underneath

old wood smell of books

and a house against the plain

full of riversmoke and clean laundry

suddenly

I hate this sanitized space

my apartment

"everything new"

history hunted out of the cracks and killed

to preserve the smooth illusion of

starting over

forgetting the fact

that professors of history are wise

and never lonely

Thrown out of Fairyland for crimes against the Realm, Kyle is a naturalist and poet living in Michigan. He can usually be found in the dunes or forests, turning up logs looking for life. Past incarnations include zookeeper, video game critic, retail manager, stablehand, and writing tutor. His fiction has appeared in Clarkesworld, Three-Lobed Burning Eye, and Honey & Sulphur. You can find more at www.kyle-e-miller.com.