with apologies to William Carlos Williams
if the wheelbarrow is red,
it is because of the cardinal
perched upon its handle.
if the icebox is bare,
let it be: i have sliced
the plums for us already.
An avid introvert, full-time carbon-based life-form & aspiring himbo, Ashley Cline is the author of four chapbooks of poetry: & watch how easily the jaw sings of god (Glass Poetry Press, 2021), electric infinities (Variant Lit, 2023), cowabungaly yours at the end of the world (Gutslut Press, 2023), and loading a new continent (Glass Poetry Press, forthcoming). Her best at all-you-can-eat sushi is 5 rolls in 11 minutes.
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