Hands splayed apart
The enzyme for forgiveness
Flicked aside in
Popping open, a carbonated smile
Put me on the pedestal.
Crown me in helpless
Like my feet find yours in pale rubies of defiance
Let me ensconce you.
Let me enfold you into my quiet skin, my sheltering mind,
My gerunds of uncertain sunflowers
Two young birds
In matching cardigans
Throaty and wet.
The words droop from your eyelids and I can almost
on the embers of my tongue
taste them, so salty, like hips
–Amy LaCount, Editor-In-Chief