Redshift
by Samantha Cramer
Take care, beloved:
It is powerful,
to be touched gently
by a thing not
meant
for gentleness
my redshift hair
this blackhole heartbeat;
ravenous and consuming-
knowledge
joyfully eaten;
apple and ozone and
ironrich nebula on the
tongue
copper and
cinnamon
cartiledge and salted
marrow
(what is it-
to be loved in a way
that matters?)
Sigh love into my mouth like benediction
hold it there, hungered
and greedy
A feast of all I know
and won't
forget.
About the Author
Samantha has been in love with poetry since she stole her mother's old college textbook of English poetry from the bookshelf at age 10. Poetry speaks to her of the archaeology of the psyche, the strata of loneliness and desire inside all of us, and the equally strong ache to be fully seen. Samantha is a Northern California native, and lives on the foggy redwood coast of Santa Cruz while working in education in Silicon Valley.