Measure for Measure


Heart impale the glistening sharpened

nail to hole and wriggle deep and plunder all. And plunge

each beat a sour sweet tangerine leaks

citric sparks suffocated into blood orange. 




Flesh afresh the flame scorch high beyond

the ground but to soft lime sky. Breathe not a tear comes flood

abound, and echo softly drowning sounds. 



     -Meghan Hartman