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CJ Sommerfeld
Staff Writer

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Asmile fell in the grass.
Irretrievable!
And how will your night dances

Lose themselves. In mathematics? —Sylvia Plath

Capillaries, pansy

Lost in an orchid: liseran lids

As if onion sulfoxides had suffocated the air
Beneath them a brief

Departure

Sagacities surpass

Rationalization: temporarily contorted

Ina fog like the morning air above

A muddy morass

Asmile fell in the grass.

Making one eye mandorla

Making the other come-hither

Making nights insomnolent

Making days wildered

Making you say you're not yourself today
Taking measures: be appeasable

To pacify

Computed compliance

An emerald, cleavable

Irretrievable!

Convinced that we're suffering
Persuaded that something is in error
Mount Vesuvius in Pompeii
Colonialization

Of all but twenty-two

Now they've medicalized the circumstances
That veer from any mishap encountered

By the other buffered and too soon
Swooned by the romances in France is

And how will your night dances

Writing becomes rawer
Abandoning who will get offended
Consumed in

Treading mental water

Identity unapologetic

Sounds drowned in emphatics
Ingratiatingly agreeable

Or the opposite

His knowledge of diplomatics
Lose themselves. In mathematics?

   

Illustration by CJ Sommerfeld