Basic alchemy sign: a star inside a square
inside a circle. When I trace shapes

in sand, nothing happens; Dad and I never
went to the beach together. If I sketch the sign

on wallpaper, his Autocad drawings fill up
my notebook—how to reroute a gas line,

how to build a footbridge
out of rubber. When I

tattoo a star inside a square
on my thigh, white blood cells

make new shapes in my irises:
a catcher’s glove, a hospital bed, the word gold

in one eye and the word marrow in the other.

Jerrod Schwarz

Jerrod Schwarz

Jerrod Schwarz is the managing poetry editor of Driftwood Press. His work has appeared in PANK, Entropy, and other online and print journals. He lives in Tampa, Florida with his wife and twin daughters.
Jerrod Schwarz

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