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  • Leaving Pittsburgh in June
  • Kelly Forsythe (bio)

The petal burns. Pollen leaves a slant of gold, my wrist heats up with rash.

It tore up my arm. When I left you

brought flowers to the airport. I took all the yellow, pressed them to my forearm until it shook, daffodil bruise flushing near my elbow.

I thinned the pale skin into a leaf cracking with a low cry. Every night after

I left I shook my body into sleeping. How far my arms could reach in their transparence, my sleep strained with vibration:

you stand in a terminal of stems I have cut all at once.

No — I am a stem and I lay around you in piles. You don’t go so I stay

outstretched in a net with no blossoms. [End Page 42]

Kelly Forsythe

Kelly Forsythe is currently living and writing in Chicago, where she works with Wave Books long-distance and as a freelance consultant for The Poetry Foundation. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Columbia Poetry Review, DIAGRAM, and elimae.

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