For the first time in a while
the air is nice. The midnight
gas station atmosphere—
I bask in the bulk of headlight.
Photosynthesizing in the LED luminescence.
Wind touching the worst parts of me—
letting it all be exactly what it is.
Exactly a week later I am quartering
tomatoes and there is already a light line
of guidance, the reddish ghost of a cross
my knife shovels into. Sometimes
I make things out to be more complicated
than they are.
Sometimes all I have
is in my hands.
And every part of me
is necessary.
Lucy Somers is a Midwestern poet who is deeply inspired by her natural surroundings and familial bonds. Common themes in her work are: grief, connection, and coming of age.