chorus 2

Daniela Naomi Molnar

  

Rising sap encased in cambium

the candor of that strict unfinished: So much elsewhere

unsettling each surface, so much annulled

 

                                 While the hopeless form of the phone

                                 again finds my hands’ helpless hope

                                 ending only in

 

I try a new thing:

sourdough succulents showering

believing in god

 

                                          An endgame of leftover math

                                          remaining gaze-locked with solution

 

I walk to the city’s last swamp

A swamp-born whip of a horsetail frond

striped bright green / dark green

rises from black sucking mud

bare branches click above

                                                          I trim my nails

                                                          to the pink quick to dig in the mud

                                                          to add to the catalog

                                                          of all the imperfect

                                                          ways I’ve loved

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Laurie Sheck: So much elsewhere unsettling each surface, so much annulled