Julia Hands

car camped on the olympic coast

let’s dream ourselves back
to your summer truck bed
those piny evergreens
there’s no moon yet
there’s moss on the tree
& the sky is lit pink
you say you like the clear skies
& i say i like puzzles
like a knotted necklace
like a good poetry line
if you pull the right threads
it all spills loose
in your palms
like wheat flour
or sea foam
churning with
what comes next
when it will crash
down the boughs sway
pull the darkness over us
the headlights recede
the first curve emerges

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Julia Hands is a writer and editor out of Seattle. She is the current Editor-in-Chief at Crab Creek Review and has fiction and poetry published or forthcoming from publications such as Cream City Review, The Evansville Review, Whale Road Review, and Aquifer: The Florida Review Online.