A poem by Dakota Clement

the last day of the year
turned into the first

& was like death
mostly unusual

& logistics
& so far

there is a house
that no one will enter

there is a small ringing bell
the size of your thumb

of the rabbits red heart
& same furious tempo

what have you done lately
to secure your passage

what have you done

Dakota Clement is originally from Michigan but now lives in Portland, Oregon. His work has most recently appeared in Cimarron Review.