Abbie Kiefer’s work is forthcoming or has appeared in Arts & Letters, The Cincinnati Review, Hobart, Spoon River Poetry Review, and other places. She is a reader for The Adroit Journal and lives in New Hampshire.




Abbie Kiefer

Tending



My azaleas go fleshy, fruiting fat, waxed lobes. I grudge them credit for ambition but the guide says gall, says bleach the clippers and burn the harvest. So sweat-salted, welted by the want of mosquitoes, I tend the shrubs urged by the nursery, by the man who loaded my car with the pots: thirsty dirt, sprawled branches, fuchsia blooms like wide-thrown maws. I just wanted some plants that wouldn’t wane in shade, generous enough to hide the foundation. To make it look like my house just hovers. Like if it desired, it could float right off.




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