If you had told me you were leaving,
I would have held funeral games for you
One hundred and eighty days of throwing
heavy stones, over the field, over the park, over
your house, over the ocean, over the world
Until I can throw myself no more.
L. Chapman currently lives out West. Her creative work can be found in Lightning Cake, The Golden Key, and Thistle. She occasionally chirps at twitter.com/LeiChapman.