Raspberry Picking, by Rachel Narozniak

A child after berry picking emerges

from the thicket,

hands stained with the blood of the

raspberry.

A child still in reminiscences, if no longer in

body,

I emerge from your touch, stained

too

But with the memory of intimacy

as it existed

and with the knowledge

of how it has rotted,

like a berry

not plucked from a bush;

an eager childā€™s oversight

-RachelĀ Narozniak

Featured in Vol. 3 Iss. 2
Featured in Vol. 3 Iss. 2
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