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Falling asleep with the wasp still
inside of this window.
One of us is hungry.
One of us has given up.
Copyright © 2023 by Mag Gabbert. Originally published in Sewanee Review, 131.3 (2023). Reprinted by permission of the poet.
Pick one: present or gift.
Have I just asked a question?
Does moonlight exist?
How come fire flies like the evening but fruit flies like a peach?
Why are there verbs for you that suggest many yous, but none for she or me?
What keeps you awake?
Who was the first to develop teeth?
Who wouldn’t enjoy a little strawberry ice cream?
Can you dream?
These are your ingredients: snow slippers, a star leopard, fields with grass long as fur, hair full of waves, a body of work. What could you make?
a poem composed entirely of lines cut from drafts of my other poems
Michelangelo took care in choosing the stone, knowing it must already hold the curve of the jaw, eyes smooth as globes, an arm lightly extended—
I invented this dessert called The Sweet Nothing: a bowl of ice topped with sugar.
According to legend, albatrosses often sleep in the sky, which explains why their flight appears so motionless.