Lackee & Pothos
Science can
dismember the
sexual cells.
I gaze.
The artist lived,
deriving
freshness.
One’s mouth, the
foot, an eye. A
grudge grows
without cultivation.
This reddish
organ, the pores,
the hearts
that bleed show surprise.
Found Poem Source Text:
Colette. for a flower album. Translated by Roger Senhouse. New York: David McKay Company, Inc., 1959.
Jillian M. Phillips lives & writes in Eau Claire, Wisconsin, though she still maintains her New England accent. She holds an MFA in Writing from the University of Nebraska at Omaha. Her work has appeared in Menacing Hedge, Nonbinary Review, The Manifest Station, other publications, and forgotten boxes in her mother’s basement.
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