The Yet Unknowing World by Fiona J. Mackintosh


She Says by Richard King Perkins II

I gave up my giant, towering trees
outside Chicago
and traded them for scrub and krummholz
humbled at the Colorado tree line.

The blinding sun of Denver is a psychotropic drug
in its own right
but better; there are
no side effects in breathing brightness.

I’ve found joyful hours
and long minutes of friendship
but every moment that passes is a moment lost,
an instant to be mourned

so I’ll never, ever, ever be happy
but here
I can celebrate even the few grey days—
when the simple act of shaving my legs

leads to nothing more than thoughts
of shaving my legs.

by Richard King Perkins II