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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.

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