The evolution of love has followed the trajectory of six unknown constellations& three sea snails & a bowl of butternut squash soup.
Butternut squash soup is sometimes eaten alone & sometimes with lovers.
A city in the South lights up at night like it can’t stop breathing.Inside that city the idea of home is simple. It can be worn like a man or a nosebleed.
A woman listens to a flower wilt.She inhabits the space of that sound.
There are so many ways to sleep,it almost makes a person infinite. [End Page 112]
Ruth Baumann is an mfa student at the University of Memphis and assistant managing editor of the Pinch. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in decomP, Permafrost, Superstition Review, Thrush Poetry Journal, and others listed at http://ruthbaumann.wordpress.com.