Coffee Sleeve Stories

The Wide World

By Miles Dennis

I went out into the rain, 

When I started to think about bullets 

And the blue-handled kitchen knife. 

I found a pair of salmon 

The color of blood stains on wooden floors, 

Crossing and recrossing each other, 

Dancing and decaying, 

Braiding themselves together past 

Tent walls and needles and 

Under graffitied bridges 

Towards death and life. 

And a little color 

Returned to my 


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