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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