Martha Silano – What I Wished For

What I Wished For Me, as a flag iris. A.k.a., wild. Me, spending a year with my father’s yellowing files, his yellowing eyes. Me, in a bog. Me, with some of me gone. Me, beside Coreopsis, beside clouds. The me of remember, of my uncle’s clarinet, notes coasting toward Bleeding Hearts. Me, passing from now […]