"The World Perfectly Defined"

BY DAN ELIAS BLISS

Full of rage, 

you ripped apart your neighbors’

crops in fields outside of Winnipeg,

the ones you ran through 

and swore you saw heaven 

in the light of your family’s village.

You spoke of home 

using so many metaphors,

desires became impossible to follow, 

simultaneously outgrew and longed for 

the place you sped away from 

in a sedan with no brakes. 

I’m south of there now 

trying to forget how 

I was going to marry you.