The Love Letter

Tell me I am like this oak
            dousing rain on our noses.
            My ample sinew invites you

            but sometimes I let inclement

                        weather through.

Tell me my wrists crook fragile
            as leaves floating from

            the wind
                        ‘s shrewd embrace.

            Worship at the altar. Light my
            tiny white candles. Root me.
Break me into fragments that
            will soon be swept underfoot.

Kari Flickinger’s poetry and short stories have been published in or are forthcoming from Written Here: The Community of Writers Poetry Review, Iron Horse Literary Review, Moonchild Magazine, Quiet Storm, Panoply, Milk Journal, Susurrus, Falcon Scratch, The Daily Californian, and The Inquirer (Diablo Valley College). She is an alumna of UC Berkeley.

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1 Response to The Love Letter

  1. I like the sense of embrace beneath the surface of submission, nicely layered.

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