Poem Title: Dear, We Are Not

Another from my Dear Z series found a home. This time, in the esteemed Alaska Quarterly Review.

This poem begins:

Dear, we are not

unlike defining something by what it's not
—unlike the second stop going west. Not unlike
two people on a country road next to a tree,
next to evening.


Read the rest of it on page 275 of AQR's Winter & Spring 2018 Issue, packed with good stuff!