TO BE OF THE

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

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