All flowers know better what to make of seeds than my body.
Make a safe seclusion of repeated actions. Wake early, walk lightly.
Make a soup for consumptives, trust the wrong roots. Sup on larks’ tongue. Turn glassy eyed, glossy as a worm-eaten apple’s fair side.
Bloom of health, leaking clot. Landscape of days, Dracula and lace.
Misericord. Here again the hawthorn. Sleep another hour, eyes sealed against colored flame.
Some say to name them. I will not.
Bronwen Tate is an Assistant Professor of Creative Writing and Literature at Marlboro College in Vermont. A citizen of the Chickasaw Nation, Bronwen earned an MFA in Literary Arts from Brown University and a PhD in Comparative Literature from Stanford University. Her poems and essays have appeared in publications including Denver Quarterly, Bennington Review, The Rumpus, and the Journal of Modern Literature. Her debut poetry collection The Silk the Moths Ignore, National Winner of the 2019 Hillary Gravendyk Prize, is forthcoming from Inlandia Institute.