Assent after Charles Simic where you see eye sockets see emptiness see fullness see sparseness see blue where you see mouth feel emptiness feel fullness feel hunger feel ache where you see acres of hair roll across the bed, see waves see wheat see fingers see hands but when your hands touch take hold wish hunger ache roll sparseness between palms roll the air between stars roll it all up a dense ball of sky offer it all up from your two hands open fortune fullness desire ripe how you feel tell me. —Jennifer Woodworth, ca. 2022. Many thanks to Blue as an Orange magazine, where this poem was first published in the summer of 2022.
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Sad we lost Asimov recently. This poem was very nice. “Acres of hair…”
I have trouble writing a poem like that. Mine seem to go in a different direction. I like how it came together in the last lines.