heart medicine

2020
LM Brimmer

everywhere loss
exposes my impatient neck
cinnamon for unrest
even when summer blues
lie sweltering a panting dog
even when god feels good and gone
(at once) hands that are up hands
that do not promise to shake
hands that do not die hands that love
i know the sound the pop of the aster
i know the headline i sing good morning
heartache i sit down patient times hands
that pull at the garlic mustard leaves
grasping now is the time for protection spells