your europe stares back at me

by blake ellington larson

through the dull haze of a lit purple candle

i keep your europe boxed away
with the slow southern anthems
i had spool’d out of a spindle i found
from the corners of your eyes

your europe fills me like water

it claws through older photographs
of stiller times
and hides from the
care bear monument we created out of
museum stubs

sometimes though
when i let your europe breathe
it chokes on american fumes

like arrows from my stride
falling dead in their wake