What has been missing
now found: the leaf re-
moved from the ginkgo;
the ointment for the itch
profane; the ‘s’ from my
toward; the extra voice
in the chorus; the jim-
jams in my spleen; the line
item that said too
much, too true, too
obvious, too often,
therefore excised so
you could un-excavate
the hole I meant to leave.
Wendy BooydeGraaff’s poems have been included in Cutleaf, Barzakh, About Place Journal, Dunes Review, and anthologized in Under Her Eye (Blackspot Books), Midwest Futures: Poems & Micro-Stories from Tomorrow's Heartland (forthcoming from Middle West Press, March 2025), and Not Very Quiet (Recent Works Press). wendybooydegraaff.com
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I adore this poem!