Category: First Drafts

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.