today the sky was pink and yellow and then it wasn’t

by sasha fletcher

i thought very hard about being crippled by loneliness. then my mind started to wander. outside the snow was higher than the window, and things were circling overhead. i’d read that the budget didn’t accommodate for snow plows. i considered shooting the snow full of holes and filling said holes with sunlight. the crows all were shuffling on the telephone lines. they all shook. something passed through them and into me and down into the ground, where it poked up through the snow. the fierceness of it was blinding and i never looked at it. not once. not ever.

sasha fletcher lives in philadelphia. he has a bfa in ceramics from tyler school of art. he guts and sells fish. he has a blog

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