What Went On Without You

by Yiskah Rosenfeld

half-burnt toast and raspberry jam
showering in the famous poet’s room

reflection of the stone fireplace in the window
my thighs that smooth, Miro-

inspired night of stars and moon
sharp pinecone better suited to your hand than mine

coyote mint, not just the smell but the name
a sweet, dust-scented rain

silence that would have been a different kind
black ants, black ants, and the nectarine

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September 25th, 2019

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