← v13n1, Spring 2014
Poetry · Volume 13, Number 1

Why Not Malachite for Resurrection

When you wait 3 days, when emerald is your nailthumbnailed

to the crucifix of urban gardening

and malicious is the bloodtype of poodles unshorn

and untrained, then why not malachite for resurrection,

for the nine fiddleheads better than apostles that

rise in lime ambition (limbition) from the torn

fern dirtball tossed in time lapse to unfurl like a storm

front and 2nd chances and the slow whip of how