Today's poem is by Jenny Molberg

Pentimento
       

Come into compulsion, you tell me. Listen
to the dread, its multiple iterations. Unsteady
my collective weeping in this strange time of day.
Seemed somewhere. Wild the coyotes and close.
I stopped and the tree said surviving the surviving
is all there is. Like any writer failing, a familiar question
ate my gut. Welcome the woods of one hundred
years ago, where from my body I retched a bad man.
From my hand, a spider returns to the leaves like a wolf,
apricot-sized. Dread scratches its wooden lightning,
the forest clawing utterances before me. You say:
survive everything in the past. Then survive this.

Copyright © 2025 Jenny Molberg All rights reserved
from diode poetry journal
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