Rachel Levitsky

Nov 10, 2023 | poets.org | Donika Kelly |Geoffrey O'Brien |Rachel Levitsky

This is a love poem. It has no business. It happens in that anyway world Where the bodies are by now decidedTo get all the way up, accompaniedBy changes in temperature and lightWelcome and unwelcome both,Lie down, get up, go prone again, Get nowhere in time. I won’tReduce to a single preposition A relation to the one person about it Like grass.