Jennifer Barber-I

Five Starts

 

 

 
Post-op

 

My appendix, gone; my table of contents remains

 

 

 

Site

 

The nest that cleaves to a high branch,

an eye socket in the pine,

 

 

 

Trial by Flight

 

As if someone poured a pitcher full of moths

at the porch light,

 

 

 

Grief

 

Thinking to prepare

—we know how ill he is—

without a way to hold it off—

 

 

 

Question

 

Is bereft some kind of command?

 

 
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