MAYHEM Issue Two – November 2014 ISSN 2382-0322 ______________________________________________________________________________ D.A. Taylor Untitled, or: Quaesīvī I watched Dresden burn. If only you were among the ashes. I’d hoped to follow your dance steps through an old fool’s dog-eared diary. Inches away from death and still I can’t find your fingertips. There are consonants on the table and a bottle of vowels in the fridge. I’m a pillar of salt. Come home. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ © Copyright remains with the individual author
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