SKILLET
by Lilah Hegnauer
Rally, joy, here. Weep here.
I am not lettered. I ferry
an even raft across your
pantry shelves: jimberry, jamberry,
red beans and black. Lentils
and popcorn and everything
you lack. I could pace your
acres and come to nothing–
still. No roots, no vines, no
frame, no sill. Consigned to a
pointy-ribbed filly, I address
you thus: rally here. I stocked
my shelves for you.
from Pantry
live in the layers 