Wanting Pell Mell

J.D. McClatchy
Division of Spoils
“Tea with the Local Saint”

The pull of desire is nicely captured in this anaphora.

I wanted to feel the stalk rise and the blade fall.
I wanted my life’s arithmetic glazed and fired.
I wanted the hush, the wingstroke, the shudder.

Despite the repetition there is something jagged in these lines, like life itself.

And so for day 2261

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