Anna B. Wilkes
SERIFS AND STEMS
I hate the sound of my own voice,
the way it sprouts out.
My tongue wilts when it flowers,
so I write down the word hyacinth—
I like the way my eyes bloom
around the letters,
I don't have to show my teeth
to taste the typed petals.
The elegant shape
of the flower and the word
is what I want to be—
ornamental, that lovely y,
a pale, empty womb, a stamen
sucked by a buzzing dash
of yellow then devoured.
Someone else's belly would be full
of my crushed ovarian powder,
dust ripening into honey
in some distant, precise geometry.
I'd be book-ended by h and h, contained.
The heavy bee pulls the powder out
but the petals are still and stately,
no sound or weeping when he flies off.
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Anna B. Wilkes earned her MFA in poetry at Rutgers University-Newark and her BA in English from the University of Tennessee. She currently teaches English composition at Rutgers. She was a guest reader at the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival in 2014, and a recipient of the Margaret Artley Woodruff award for poetry in 2012. Her work has been featured in Apogee, Regardless of Authority, and The Satir
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