Hands splayed apart
The enzyme for forgiveness

Flicked aside in
Crystallized submission
   Popping open, a carbonated smile

Put me on the pedestal.
Crown me in helpless
verbs –

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
                catch them
        on the embers of my tongue
      taste them, so salty, like hips

Amy LaCount, Editor-In-Chief

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