Krista Genevieve Farris
Tell Me of Fortune
If you can see my soul through my hands,
then what more of you can I hold?
Can I transfix you in a line?
Hug you in a slow-closing fist?
Grasp you for a moment
like air in my joints so you
pop in me– a spring-loaded breath
when my palm bursts to zinnia bloom?
Krista Genevieve Farris writes about whatever tickles her not-so-fancy from her perch at the top of the Shenandoah Valley in Winchester, Virginia. Links to Krista's essays, poems and stories can be found at https://kristagenevievefarris.wordpress.com/.