I hadn’t known her name until
long past generations of fruit
would bloom & seed & rot,
but it sounded on my tongue
the way an apricot breaks
between bright uneven teeth
—wild & forgiving & warm
and summer-sharp against
the cashmere of your cheek.
Sara Aultman is a Seattle-based writer of liminal and arcane things who can be found on twitter @TheSaraAult. Their writing is featured in Olney Magazine, Small Leaf Press, and Fahmidan Journal with more forthcoming in HELL IS REAL: A Midwestern Gothic Anthology and the Fiery Scribe Review.
