amy rea
Seeing
no point
in the future
I see
but cannot
stop
My dearest
my best
love
Balder
your death
in my sight
I begged you,
I—
leave it all,
leave it be—
Loki—
the mistletoe—
Loki.
I see
do not tell
better
not to know
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Amy Rea is a writer with credits in Homestead Review, Typishly, Bacopa Literary Review, and Picaroon Poetry, among others. She is a long-time Minnesota resident with a fondness for the dark side of things.