Liza Wolff-Frances
the everyday things that once
excited me, Tres Leches cake,
salt on the edge of a margarita,
free pens from the credit union,
coconut paletas, no longer
hold interest.
I feel free of it all.
The sky is not falling,
there is nothing
I need right now,
but the demand
for me to pick a direction, settle
is like telling a story from
the shadow of a full plant,
working backward
beginning from a seed.
This August, there is a fragility
in the aftermath
of the seed’s planting,
that I do not care to see.
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Liza Wolff-Francis is a poet and writer with an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Goddard College who is proud to have served two terms as a member of the Albuquerque Poet Laureate Program’s Selection Committee. She was co-director for the 2014 Austin International Poetry Festival and a member of the 2008 Albuquerque Poetry Slam Team. She has an ekphrastic poem posted in Austin’s Blanton Art Museum by El Anatsui’s sculpture “Seepage” and her work has most recently appeared in Steam Ticket, eMerge, Minute Magazine, Weaving the Terrain: 100 Word Southwestern Poems, Bearing the Mask: Southwestern Persona Poems, Poetic Routes, Poetry Pacific, Edge, and on various blogs. She has a chapbook out called Language of Crossing (2015, Swimming with Elephant Publications), which is a collection of poems about the Mexico- U.S. border. She loves breakfast food, popcorn and dark chocolate.
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