Moored to the Archetypal Father Dark

by Gretchen Mattox

Little flower under combustion,
this is the glistening promise of change; heaven twins.
Ice is nice.
 
Absence has a voice and it is bottomless.
 
Lost bee—
a loosening of sexual symbols.
 
Set apart from conclusions, the unnumbered river widens.
Take my hands away from me.

Gretchen Mattox lives and writes in Fairfax, California.

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