Glass Poetry Press

Volume Two Issue Two

Charlotte Seley


my brother dreams of Pangaea plots chains pulling the tectonic plates or tow trucks heaving pieces of planet land would overlap there would be no time zones every time is now even 1982 my brother dreams of pushing the continents together, collapsing the decades into one second they say he doesn't understand metaphors, but he is constantly making them. the geology of a family anchored in Pangaea & "world in one neighborhood" is never wanting to realize that Dad doesn't live here anymore.