“For after all, if attentiveness is measured in minutes and discipline measured in hours, then indomitability must be measured in years.” Amor Towles
charred by candle flame, I, but a ragged
of laps, re-booted and roundabout, picking
only to rethread, invisible meiofauna,
beneath the treading foot, too small even
I dig in the trowel to extirpate roots that will grow
regardless. Having spit teeth, I gum
the still sweet,
the taste of copper on my tongue.
small world with wings
Devon Balwit teaches in Portland, OR. She is a poetry editor for Minute Magazine and has seven chapbooks and one full-length collection out or forthcoming: How the Blessed Travel (Maverick Duck Press); Forms Most Marvelous (dancing girl press); In Front of the Elements (Grey Borders Books), Where You Were Going Never Was (Grey Borders Books); The Bow Must Bear the Brunt (Red Flag Poetry); We are Procession, Seismograph (Nixes Mate Books), Risk Being/ Complicated (with the Canadian artist Lorette Luzajic). Her full-length, Motes at Play in the Halls of Light, will be published by Kelsay Books in 2018. Her individual poems can be found in Cordite, The Cincinnati Review, The Carolina Quarterly, Fifth Wednesday, The Stillwater Review, Red Earth Review, The Fourth River, The Free State Review, Posit, and more.