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Natalye Childress
sorrowful, like the goldfinch,
i close the distance, fly wave-
shaped, transatlantic. fill of the
tide, crescendo of sehnsucht,
euphoric with proximity. tiniest
snail of a bone archives susurration.
i am no eidetiker, but the seahorse
of my mind can’t help but capture
you as cynosure. tortoiseshell eyes,
a catastrophe of tenderness. the
mouthfeel of your first-middle, a
waning sturgeon moon. repositories for
grief. a joy so slow i don’t see it coming.
i close the distance, fly wave-
shaped, transatlantic. fill of the
tide, crescendo of sehnsucht,
euphoric with proximity. tiniest
snail of a bone archives susurration.
i am no eidetiker, but the seahorse
of my mind can’t help but capture
you as cynosure. tortoiseshell eyes,
a catastrophe of tenderness. the
mouthfeel of your first-middle, a
waning sturgeon moon. repositories for
grief. a joy so slow i don’t see it coming.
Natalye Childress (she/her) is a Berlin-based editor, writer, translator, and sad punk. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize and appears or is forthcoming in JAKE, wildness, Anthropocene, Burial Magazine, Don’t Submit, and elsewhere. Find her at https://www.natalye.com.