- The Kiss
Ready to absorb any insectwho lands on them, red hairsarrange themselves on a long leaf.
The Sundews take shallow,hovering breaths from their clear
globes along the windowsillwhere I feed them daily—distilled water through a straw.
Tonight, you and I are herein this dream kitchen. We’re trying
to boil tea for our dinner,but trapped in the glass kettle,a meaty fist of a fly bumps around.
You put your mouth over the steamingspout and suck his body out,
holding him somewhat crushed—his feet and wingtip poking fromyour lips—but not violently.
So the kettle is clean. But nowif I want to kiss you (and I do),
this iridescence, deadand black and shining— [End Page 14]
Sarah Rose Nordgren is the author of the poetry collections Best Bones (University of Pittsburg, 2014) and the forthcoming Darwin’s Mother (University of Pittsburg, Fall 2017).