Poetry
Falter by Samantha Malay
photo by Samantha Malay, on the way to Onion Creek, Washington, 1990
photo by Samantha Malay, on the way to Onion Creek, Washington, 1990
“The lemon is ripe, perfumed / skin holding golden juice, and /
would have stayed where it had grown.”
The fear I feel/I have I can’t translate: / the way my veins have emptied, the way / my hands have hollowed.
but tiles are boundaries / and some lines are not to be crossed / except maybe in prayer.