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C.R. Harper

That Date in History

We shared a cigarette—
or would have
if we’d met
a decade before
jogging strollers
and kale chips—
pursed in place
like a late night
soda straw.

C.R. Harper has pared down into a speculative minimalist.

C.R. Harper

The Promising Rain

I watch outside,
the reflection
of your parking lights
already spilling down the street,
leaving me
thinking of this time
next year,
or the next,
when everything
will run together again.

C.R. Harper hails from the Great Basin Desert.