I have food, two eyes, fingertips, pink roses and a yard full of birds. The human heart is invisible in its cave of blood. It’s nothing like the earth with its hospitals of trees, nothing like the stars spreading music. I have a candle, a pan full of paints. What is this need to touch another’s hand? What is this beating emptiness?
Laurie Lessen Reiche ’s work has been featured or is forthcoming in Phoebe: An Interdisciplinary Journal of Feminist Scholarship, After Happy Hour Review, Apricity Magazine, The Plains Poetry Review, Pegasus Literary Magazine, MORIA Literary Magazine, Princeton Arts Review, Sanskrit Literary-Arts Magazine, Sundog Lit, Slant, Swamp Ape Review, Poetry: San Francisco, Grasslands Review, Plainsongs, and Southern Poetry Review, among others.
