Jenny Grassl

burn cinnamon       your remorse
I will attend your systole and flu

favor speckle for heart    take foxglove
burden in its tonic       please       don’t die

I do beseech you       beloved and strange
bowed with soft shoulders of penitence

charcoal absorbing nausea       petting your dog
wring hands       sanitized          wash     wash

I see you work finger down to twitch
exorcise       slam chemo at what’s left

you recover in hospice       sniffing patchouli
gaze       with Moses       upon the snake

can grief be made to eat       and faults
to persuade of sugar in the room

what poor planet for you       by half a-melt
shall I stud with cloves       a pomander

to hang in the stars to cure in the closet
of the known infected universe

Jenny Grassl was raised in Pennsylvania, and now lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Her poems were most recently runners-up in the Boston Review 2018 annual poetry contest, selected by Mary Jo Bang, and have also appeared in Ocean State Review, Rogue Agent, and the anthology Humanagerie (Eibonvale Press). Her poems are forthcoming in: Massachusetts Review, Rhino Poetry, Phantom Drift, and Radar Poetry.