by Meredith MacLeod Davidson Thom Milkovic Elaborate sprawl of heartache you are memory carrion rattling a tin of shiny things over residual iMessages. Symbolist jewels lost among an Olympic verve where last season’s blizzard still eclipses the trails. When the parallelograms settle across my chest I know I’ve invited a Secondhand News sort of curse. A Never Going Back Again string pattern of tea glyphage yielding small broken pieces unrelated over a lapsed Instagram irony. T