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 a transgender 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 Review, Blue River Review, Front Porch, Gravel, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, and Ground Fresh Thursday Press, among others.