THINGS THEY WANT AFTER FIRE
to the dog I found under a bed
Hands offer
compressions
to swollen body.
Mouth around
blackened nose
expires. The taste
of failure stains
the hole dug
beside a tree for you.
At the station,
in my room
I shovel through sleep.
Like a bad obituary,
plagiarize me better.
ABOUT THE POET
Ibe Liebenberg lives in Chico, California and works as a firefighter and a lecturer at Chico State University. He is a citizen of the Chickasaw Nation and is currently enrolled in the MFA program at the Institute of American Indian Arts. He has been published in The Journal of Chickasaw History and Culture, Chico State Universities Multicultural Echoes Literary Magazine, and The Threepenny Review.
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