- The Lump, and: Ars Poetica
the lump insidemy heart ain’t lightin fact i’m toldit justmight explode.love, thethesis ofmy younglife. the lightuponmy oldlonging. i listthe lies& the liarsuntil i amenergizedwith ire.who couldbegin tohold melong like the day?longing.the bird sitson a wire& weighs it down.weighting. thewire remembersit’s a wire. [End Page 53]
The sterling of my wordsweighthis nagging need fornuance & nunnery.
I am simple.
Not a saint nor a sirennor even quite so certain
I tell my story &keep bringing people backto praise me.
The line holdsthis load to laugha little morelightly how good it is to have
weight. To go another round ofbalancing my call-to-worship sounds
I praise my pen.O sweet mysterious channeling. My sterling sings. my heart jolts the living room of my life lights. [End Page 54]
jalynn harris (she/they) is a writer, educator, and book designer from Baltimore. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Little Patuxent Review, Feminist Studies, poets.org, The Best American Poetry 2022, and elsewhere.