Frigg

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.