Tuesday, 5 May 2020

1 Poem by Jake Kemman

Definitions

   Hover

   In
 the subliminal

Tell
 us what to call our food

   What
 the time of day

  Says
 to the angle of leafy shadows

  Stretching
 gently across

  Our
 faces

     Composed

     Like
 sunlit notes



Hold
 me. Please.

While
 the clouds of definition dictate what

I
 fear.



Thank
 you for holding me.

Your
 hands make it okay.


Bionote

Jake Kemman is an aspiring journalist, lazy poet, and co-author of a yet-unfinished book of humanist (he thinks) spaceship science fiction. He was one of three editors of Hedge Apple’s Spring 2020 edition, has been published in a Z Publishing House anthology for emerging poets of Maryland, and otherwise runs a blog-of-many-faces with his amazing superhuman wife. Find them at www.twoandback.com

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