First edition of I'll See You In The Branches by Jordan Reyes. First impression. Medium format hardback in new condition.

About

114th and Torrence where I used to spray “FOR A BIZARRE TIME CALL SPYRAL” on freight trains in cyan, except now Krylon Christmas cards are a lapsed ticket booth. In the dead, whistling grass was a spinal cord — deer, I think.

The red line dividing cannibal from non is time. The marker lied with “permanent.”

In big block letters at the Broceliande Forest entrance — “Merlin Died Years Ago.” All the kids are crying and I’m a kid, too, albeit near two meters, traipsing through mud in yellow galoshes looking for magic.

They say home is where the heart is, but for the life of me I can’t remember where I set that thing down.