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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
CB Wilson is a queer femme Appalachian, writer, and psychotherapist from Western North Carolina. She has been published most recently by Charlotte Lit's Litmosphere journal (where she was a finalist in the spring contest judged by Jericho Brown), Beauty School's Clamour, and the chapbook What Grows from Water Clouds?, a collection of work in collaboration between writers and musicians after Hurricane Helene in Asheville, NC.
June 18, 2025
We Harvested, We Harvested
I.
The yarrow suffers the freeze.
I say a ring of Hell because
you know what it means.
We don’t exercise trust any longer,
we only bend toward the same
damp dumb flowers.
I walked all day with tears
beat back with a latch.
Remember when we lived
inside the volcano?
No, I don’t either.
But I remember the hunting dogs,
hunting something.
I remember that.
II.
Do you ever wonder if you’re
the ghost of Jeff Buckley?
No, I don’t either.
But what if you rubbed sage
into my armpit hair and turned
the oven to broil? Do you think
I’d be nervous?
I take long walks, for as long as I can, usually daily. I see things on my walks like yarrow freezing in a yard, and I have slant rhymes and snippets of poems I've read bouncing along in my head, keeping step with all my selves. I wrestled a little with this poem — does it want or need to be longer?... — ut it sits well (I hope!) in its own abruptness.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published weekly by Glass Poetry Press.
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