Confessions from the Garden
Bring your flowers with you.
Keep them sticking out from
underneath your jeans,
let them reach from your waistband,
with their bodies pressed against
yours until you are a fossil of them,
if even for only a moment.
Show them how it blooms from you.
Answer the question before they ask it:
“Can you believe the howl of a thing if it has
not yet been picked dry?”
That is to say:
“Do you imagine when you are alone
that soft things have empty voices?”
Let your body, stuffed full of
grow so hard
they have no choice but to
press their foreheads against yours,
and repeat it,
By Emma Bleker
Emma Bleker is a 20 year old writer working for her English degree in Virginia while attempting to live a true and convincing life. She has previously been published, or is forthcoming, in Electric Cereal, Cahoodaloodaling, Penstrike Literary Journal, Yellow Chair Review, Persephone’s Daughters, Skylark Review, and Rising Phoenix Press, among others. Additionally, she released her first collection of poetry, Here’s Hoping You Never See This, in November of 2015.