Issue 92 - Abigail Browning

The Amon Liner Poetry Award Poem
NOVEMBER
by Abigail Browning

The Amon Liner Poetry Award Poem
NOVEMBER
by Abigail Browning

The pumpkin face sags
like a chemo patient's,

spots down the temples,
weighted, Sloping cheeks.

Pockets in long black coats
fill with elegies. Everything

that was is entropied and organized;
Mother is dead and the world

travels its tethered arc.
the farmers carve new rectangles

in the soil, each plot
a blank face in the earth's geometry.