Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsFall 2016  Vol. 15 No. 2
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Is there any proof that unicorns exist?

The girls in the tapestries are in trouble, even the ones
who slouch, two dimensional, on lawns

weaved of emerald thread. Light silks along grass
till it meets the hooves of a horse, black circles

of afterthought, pressed into pretend dirt. Later:
it’s all a dream. You wake and the horses are missing

something, robbed of their violence, their desire
to rough things up. The girls find other things

to hurt them, then wrap their pain in scarves, furoshiki-
style. The wind is a fold in the fabric, stitched

with invisible gray thread. The moon
has been canceled, sunk back into a slit

someone cut from the sky. Hold your thumb
here and I’ll tie a loose knot. I’ll listen.

You’ll say proof as if it matters,
but you make things up

all the time. I can remember
when all your best friends were imaginary.  


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