by Catherine Bresner
I have known love two and a half times and not known anything about anything
Each gesture positions itself against a white wall preparing for a shadow
The shapes we take are apologies for what exactly we can’t articulate Try to
articulate a cloud I dare you You just can’t A small beetle made its way into
the chrysanthemums and now it’s stuck there Everything is the color green
which is to say that exact color green Picture this a perfect angular
corner of graph paper touching another perfect angular corner of graph paper
and a sharp crease Envelopes are sexy until they are opened Once I loved
a pear tree so delicious that I refused to eat any pears in protest The fruit fell out
of the tree each August and fed the red ants in the garden god says all love starts
in a garden I think god might be wrong