Issue 19
Winter 2019
Love me more than anything.
Jared Pearce
Just when it’s getting good, the rain
stops: barely slicking the road,
hardly cooling the concrete.
The clouds whip off as ghosts
might, thunderless, making breaths
that tingle a second, but leave
no lightening. I kneel in the tomato
blight, the singed ferns. When
will we drench to the roots!
Drops hit the barrel dust, making
the moon, that lovely, deserted
devotee, and the echinacea stiffs
on its dried stalks, fists full
of spikes. The blanket of lawn
tears like a hairshirt.
About the Author
Aubade Press released Jared Pearce’s Annotated Murder of One (www.aubadepublishing.com/annotated-murder-of-one). His poems have recently been or will soon be shared in Picaroon, Southword, WORK, Triggerfish, and Wilderness House.