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"I find the headiness of the acrid,
almost urinary scent unbearable,..."
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11: The Necessary Eye
Issue 10: Out on a Limb
Issue 9: The Missing Body
Issue 8: The Lily
Issue 7: Passages
Issue 6: No More Tears
A quick list to poets featured in this
issue:
Melissa Ahart
Sommer Browning
Sarah Busse
devin wayne davis
Karen D'Amato
Yaakov Fichman
Donna Johnson
Vera Kroms
Li Bo
Li Qingzhao
Ander Monson
Christopher Mulrooney
Rahel
Todd Samuelson
Maria Terrone
Mihai Ursachi
Sophie Wadsworth
G.C. Waldrep
Martha Zweig
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Todd Samuelson
Vernal
Silent and gestural, these mottled lilies
knife open to intricacy in a motion
abruptly similar to your own:
like lovers, through long nearness
you’ve come to resemble one another.
It’s visible in each bloom’s
freckling, like the cream-froth
complexion grading your shoulders.
Or the veins mazing the translucent fabric
of these petals and of your eyelids.
Still, what to compare to the porcelain-tipped
pistil’s eagerness, trembling forward
in its pelvic-thrust approximation of sexuality?
(For the flower, no parody, pollination
being the erotic of the floral) --
I find the headiness of the acrid,
almost urinary scent unbearable,
a cue for love and for decay in one,
becoming stronger as blossoms wilt
and colors brighten to brittleness.
Which leads me to consider the way
I have been marked. I enter rooms
with stained fingers or jaundiced face,
the saffron of each stamen undusted
bald as velvet upholstery, years-worn.
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