Arcadia
BY OLIVIA KAMER.
Driving out to Arcadia
I pass a truck pulling
a horse’s trailer
The mottled white mare
inside bats her dust-colored
lashes in the hazy light
We lock eyes and
eternity splits
She and I both wonder
where it is she could
be going
The tossed waters have settled/ An odd number of
BY OLIVIA KAMER.
At any given time there might be
any odd number of leaves
unfurling milky green and alive
newly, like how at any given
time a first kiss is happening
and realigning the earth to
tilt correctly on its axis
simultaneously, you couldn’t
count the number of purrs
a cat gives but I bet it
might match the number of
birthday cake candle wishes
any odd number of coins dropped
tequila poured for shots
or underwater thoughts if pressed
to a book might sit on every shelf
touched by every wandering hand
the dust unsettles only to
settle again
Olivia Kamer is a writer living in Los Angeles. Her written work has been published in Spectra, Soft Qtrly, The Dollhouse, and elsewhere. She has also self-published four chapbooks of poetry. You can find her on Instagram @livkamer.