When Will Hearts Remember to Warm One Another
you never hear about Kansas anymore.
it has turned to ashes in cold milk.
sometimes, I click my heels together.
& wonder if it will take me back
to an old rural chicken farm
mocking the one where dad grew up.
the line is a dot for me.
it holds no barrier. No
weight. no barrier or weight.
it is seamless. and it lets them all
I thought I knew a real boy.
thought he was sweetly rotten.
& I pressed my fingers through
his belly up into his ribs
while he fed me walnuts and okra
until my mouth was sore.
A reminder of shadow across warm days
in winter when the snow would cloud
foggy on the ground and perforate.
starved of praise.
ABOUT CASSIDY MARSH
Cassidy Marsh is an emerging poet and was awarded the Spring 2018 Alice James Books Fellowship. She is currently a graduate candidate and TA at the University of Maine. Her work has been featured in Cadaverous Magazine and Rag Queen Periodical. Follow her on twitter @chunkeespoon.