Archways of white birches curved
into wintry catapults plead
for release. Snapped limbs split like necks
dangling, the casualties of a blunt
guillotine heavy in my shamed,
gloved fingers. I believe
I am helping.
Thank God, we already found the cat,
the tabby nuzzled underneath the deck, soaked
angry in spite of itself.Adam Chabot is the English Department Chair at Kents Hill School, a private, independent high school located in central Maine. His work has been recently featured in Agapanthus Collective, Words & Whispers, Wretched Creations, and 433 Magazine, among others. He can be found on Twitter @adam_chabot.