Peeling wax like chocolate
candy wrapper stuck to no
breast, hand buried small
inside old pocket under lemon
moon—how do you crowd-
source grief? Quietly in droves
like swans and sheer glass
towers kissing hillside,
quietly in lost buttons and
field-less refrigerator magnets.
Ask for a song and get a psalm
in return. Keep it in the winter.


REMI RECCHIA is an MFA candidate in Poetry at Bowling Green State University, where he serves as Assistant Poetry Editor for the Mid-American Review and teaches Creative Writing. His work has appeared in or will soon appear in Old Northwest ReviewBlue River Review, Front PorchGravelGlass: A Journal of Poetry, and Ground Fresh Thursday Press, among others.