Laura Neuman :: succulents are microaggressions

i want to tell dani
from here my chard
a fitful wrist & done
& to & of i want to see
matthew & the heart grows
being in it & not you
is some certain music, sail
from all boats
a whip i want it to snow
for the claims &
their plate for the
balustrade & knot
some photograph he takes
& instantly sends
a thing you don’t
yet know—

handkerchiefs a city
raise     of salt
to the blow

Additional work by Laura Neuman is also in print.