Rough branches carry the sweet burden
of plums and the holes
that June bugs leave.
I press my nails deep into purple flesh,
and juice flows
from wrist to elbow.
of plums and the holes
that June bugs leave.
I press my nails deep into purple flesh,
and juice flows
from wrist to elbow.
By Jessica Wiseman Lawrence
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Jessica Wiseman Lawrence lives in rural central Virginia. She recently published work in the "Where I Live" series for Silver Birch Press and has been featured in Zoomoozophone Review. She also has poems currently upcoming in Third Wednesday, Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal, and The Activity Report, as well as many others. Her work focuses on love and sexuality, current events, motherhood, poverty, and nature. She also has an interest in earth science and biology.
Organic and visceral - yet tender and poignant. A haunting extended metaphor. Beautiful writing.
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