Clotted cream on my tongue when I break through sunrise maybe.
A chain on your tire drags freshest lime. If the source
of source is thickness, what I want from you is transparent.
See how the mind’s method chances chase. Want Some.
Broken waves at once confuse and caress a discontented gull.
You spend so much time nursing a wound you won’t appear
in public. If I were to spot you I’d swiftly perform.
Breakfast of beans, jump start an honest heat.
Cheryl J. Fish’s most recent poetry chapbook is Make It Funny, Make it Last (#171, Belladonna, 2014). Her poems have appeared in The Bloomsbury Anthology of Contemporary Jewish American Poetry, Far from the Centers of Ambition: The Legacy of Black Mountain College, Terrain.org, New American Writing, Talisman, The Village Voice, Santa Monica Review, Kudzu House Review, Gyroscope Review, and Volt. Fish’s short fiction has been featured in Liars League NYC. She was a finalist in L Magazine’s Search for Pocket Fiction. Fish has been a Fulbright professor in Finland and writer in residence at Mount St. Helens National Volcanic Monument. She teaches at Borough of Manhattan Community College, City University of New York.
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