Lake Erie, New York
By Mary Christine Kane
have been out on the ice again.
They bring home trout
which grandma will bread and fry.
Their bodies turn the kitchen cold.
We breathe in chill.
Mary Christine Kane grew up in Western New York and now lives in Saint Paul, Minnesota, where she works as a freelance writer. She earned an MFA from Hamline University. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Burner Magazine, Right Here Right Now, The Buffalo Anthology, Bluestem, Soundings and others.
Featured image courtesy the author.
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