Run, I beg the girl in the frame.

RUN BY TESS LIEGEOIS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 98

Run,

I beg the girl in the frame.

She’s black and white and squared in silver.

The danger is coming—It will be there

soon, at your door

with a smile and clouded eyes,

salt and pepper hair combed neatly

to the side.

Already he’s in orbit,

tracing smaller circles to your gate,

drawn by gravity

to the warm and liqui…