| Stalk:Sorry.
Once the dirt Anyone hear? I’ve grown colorless trying to trace I remember My neighbors— Communion My fruit hung What I would give Already have Dirt nods at me
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Gleaner:beyond death means brushing up
stsustenance dulls in my hand hitchhiker solid ration of life time pocketed I harvest in every fruit the resurrection
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Fruit:The Point of Everything. The globular handfulFull sweet wet Glorious Beloved skin stretched Kick away from the stalk!
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Mary Buchinger is the author of five collections of poetry, including /klaʊdz/ (2021), e i n f ü h l u n g/in feeling (2018), Aerialist (2015), Virology (forthcoming) and Navigating the Reach (forthcoming). Her work has appeared in AGNI, DIAGRAM, phoebe, Plume, Salamander, and elsewhere. Buchinger grew up in rural Michigan, served as a Peace Corps volunteer in Ecuador, and earned a doctorate in linguistics from Boston University. She’s a director on the board of the New England Poetry Club and teaches at the Massachusetts College of Pharmacy and Health Sciences in Boston. (www.marybuchinger.com)
