Geoff Anderson | Poetry

On My Wife’s Falling from the Sky   

………..plunge a fork into

a slice of peach

………..
………..from a can………..
a cloud

………..gives less resistance

no tearing of sinew

………..as you rip through

………..………..sky    

the rush of sweet

………..air after the lid opens

………..………..………..the golden fields

knifed into sections

your bite………..
into the fruit………..leaves footprints

in the cobbler I baked a part of me

………..………..………..………..………..was not sure you would have a piece

because I could have been

alone. In the kitchen,  you
tell me there is nothing like watching
the whole crust of the world
shrink between spoonfuls; how I do
not possibly understand.
………..………..………..………..how I do

Geoff Anderson curated Columbus, OH’s first shows for biracial writers, The Other Box, and translation, Lingua Franca. He’s a Callaloo fellow and his chapbook, Humming Dirges, won Paper Nautilus’s Debut Series (2017). He has work on/forthcoming in Tinderbox, Juked, Southern Indiana Review, and www.andersongeoff.com.

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