Today's poem is by Alyse Knorr
Alternate Telling of the Old Year
No matter which world we split into, let
every chance end not a chance but a beamof light poured onto me by a blind Christ—
yes, you burned my whole wax body—in the hot Georgia forest where all I needed was
courage or Yeager or the poetic libertyto replace "or" with "and"—a whole night
of and's running their fingers over each otherin a tent yellow and plastic pitched in the pines
while somewhere up the road a girl sleeps alonein the flatbed of a pickup, hugging the toolbag,
shivering into its black bold "HELP"as I shiver into you and you into me, lost
in our and's, in the great and of our joining.
Copyright © 2024 Alyse Knorr All rights reserved
from Ardor
Gasher Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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