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If We Ate The Sweet Plums, All Our Small Angel Bones

on a day when loved ones die, we forget to gather
our loose and inverse threads

a coal-brick egg on a snow-sky plate
how fireweed speaks to the earth on those first purple days

where through the fabric the pinpricks trip alike
we twinned and spun in concert

in a season of december-dark stars and raveling feathers
even the mold spore has a beauty of its own making

when the ecstasy of sex and catharsis marry on the easel
we roll onto our backs, galaxies dressed in signature gowns

we are maypoles braiding each light-lit body owlish
and penny poor and we became the eye

the one safe place where nothing’s left
undone


Ronda Piszk Broatch is the author of Lake of Fallen Constellations, (MoonPath Press). Ronda’s current manuscript was a finalist with the Charles B. Wheeler Prize and Four Way Books Levis Prize. She is the recipient of an Artist Trust GAP Grant. Ronda’s journal publications include Blackbird, 2River, Sycamore Review, Missouri Review, Palette Poetry, and Public Radio KUOW’s All Things Considered.

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