How to Be a Succulent —Sarah Pape
Get fat. Hold water
like a fleshy spendthrift.
without audience, knowing
lack cannot kill you.
Invite the heat to touch
your thick petals, then send
up a stamen as thanks.
Learn to bloom without.
And here emerges a new season,
where the too-early leaves push
behind dead ones, never dropped—
baby teeth in an ancient mouth.
Deciduous is a word I wanted
upon first hearing, loosing the places
fit against your heat. House two
frames in the possible, now visible,
end. Our anaphylactic love, our sex
so prone to bees. We are dancing
on the last of everything, writhing
hard to shake the foliage down.
Carrie O. Adams
Julie Swarstad Johnson
Daniel Edward Moore
Sean F. Munro