shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Jen Karetnick



Mica is silver like lenticels,
bright second language

of bark peeling
from the eastern redbud.

Silver like a nor'easter,
tombing budding twigs.

Silver like a snow-burst
of bean sprouts over pho.

Like sunflower milk
roofing a fasting macchiato,

springing down the throat,
receptive shot of biaxial warmth.