Zest

Why do I grow wild every month?
I want to sigh under you

I can’t help it. I want
life’s pressure, this particular
stop-motion sandwich.

Why do you say crusty
like it’s a bad thing?

Sliced bread, I dream you diagonal

Butter and cheese
and mustard and lettuce and pickle
hot sauce and thinly-sliced onion

The world turns
a blind eye, and
we picnic

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“Zest" was first published in kerning | a space for words, no. 1

Moira Walsh is the author of Earthrise (Penteract Press, 2023). She makes her home in southern Germany and translates for a living. Her poetry can be found in Bennington Review, Denver Quarterly, Poetry Northwest, Stanchion, and many other places. linktr.ee/moira_walsh

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