She’s going to repeat
herself. Another third
rail near miss, search

for a boat to catch
before it goes
beneath that bridge. Guardian

angels smirk
behind glass block. A white
fire truck unhooked and parked

at the curb. Self-plagiarize
enough, and slate won’t hold
sleep walkers in

suspension

over the riverbed.
To know what will
requires more

encounters with trap doors
than she’s willing to risk—no
matter how many

times she gets that urge.