Firekeeper
at 3
the world burns
alone
I keep cussing
because I keep cussing
off the smallest fracture
of sagebrush
shadow
eyelash.
Spire
A boy struck
clouds
the shape
of his brother’s mouth
so it’s raining
now
varnish
wine
midnight
concrete
sit
sit
sit
the cloud is a lung
and to puncture
is to hug
hold this rag
catch your breath
the ambulance isn’t
here just yet
to confess
stabbing its brother
in his chest
a siren
two silhouettes
stitch together
a scarring sunset.
Tyler Mitchell is a Diné poet from Tsaile, Arizona. He is the Editor of Salina Bookshelf, Inc. He received his MFA in Creative Writing from Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff, Arizona where he teaches and writes poetry.