 poetry RURAL COMMUTE by Jessica Wiseman Lawrence The fog was translucent white. It was painted out and was brushed on carelessly across my morning drive.
Before the familiar curves of the road, there would be silhouettes of three deer tripping over the road and the bank on dry leaves. There would be green ferns peeking through the dry leaves.
Every morning could have been the last morning, and every plan could have stretched on and changed. My plans could have changed.
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LISTS by Jessica Wiseman Lawrence We write lives glued on paper. We write on one another, and rub erasers. across skin, while tearing out pages and tossing them aside.
We make lists: —things to do, done —self-improvement, improved —money to spend, spent
So we write on one another, and rub our hands against the glue that keeps us on the paper we’ve chosen until we’ve torn ourselves out and tossed the rest aside.
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Jessica Wiseman Lawrence s a graduate of
Longwood University. You can find her recent work published
or upcoming in UNTUCKED, The Lake, Semaphore,the "Where
I Live" series by Silver Birch Press, and Third
Wednesday, among many others. She lives in rural central
Virginia, where she is an office manager by day.
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