The porch steps creak

Poetry
Written By Maggie Fulmer

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under the weight
of my heel and my false composure. 
There are no prizes here; the summer
is always a long way off. A robin searches for 
worms and berries and true bugs and I
do not know what I am looking for today.
But today is tomorrow is the day after that.
A yearling tries to cross the road and there 
is no road. I am trying to cross the road and 
there is no road and there are no streetlights.
We still have the sky, the deer says. I look up
and there it is. I can’t see Ursa Minor, but
I know it must be there.

Maggie Fulmer

Maggie Fulmer (she/her) lives in Northern Kentucky, works in Cincinnati, Ohio and writes wherever she can. She is a founding editor of the indie literary magazine Many Nice Donkeys. You can find her on most corners of the internet talking about boy bands, books, and her AMC A-List subscription. She can not do a cartwheel.

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