Two Poems // Rhett Iseman Trull

[iatrogenicmyth]

Instructions on How to Leave MeTell me again about that dream where

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because I wanted to save this third one too

[iatrogenicmyth]

Everything From That Point On

I.
All day the gulls dove, cries unsynchronized,
throats clinching every note as tightly as their bills

pincered quivering fish. The morning wind, spiked
with salt, stung our eyes as the sun slashed its light

across the numb horizon. I guess this is mine now, you said,
by default, drumming your chewed fingernails

with a hollow ruc-a-tuc, ruc-a-tuc on the bumper

[shdwcat]

Oof, nice. Thanks for sharing. <3