By Jan Wiezorek
If you remember how “A”
sounds in the word wanting,
say it aloud like a daydream
overcoming you, your slippery
speech tongued by a fawn,
with all its spots—lost
in rangy gait, alone—
wandering; if you remember
the fawn of your own being—
what a turn may bring
or a sound that worries you
—feel the breeze wrap you up,
and find comfort in one
who will come—bounding.
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Jan Wiezorek writes from Michigan. His work appears, or is forthcoming, in The London Magazine, The Westchester Review, Lucky Jefferson, The Broadkill Review, Loch Raven Review, Minetta Review, Talon Review, Modern Poetry Review, Backchannels Journal, The Passionfruit Review, Sparks of Calliope, The Wise Owl, Poetry Center San José, and The Orchards Poetry Journal among other journals. He taught writing at St. Augustine College, Chicago, and wrote the ebook Awesome Art Projects That Spark Super Writing (Scholastic, 2011). He posts at janwiezorek.substack.com.