Eliza Nelle Van Dyk lives in the Southwest: a place where datura flowers spiral in the moonlight. As a writer and a visual artist, she is drawn to reverence and justice for the places that grew her. You can find her work at elizanelleart.com
Sticks and stone fruit
For: foreground – as in right here.
As in, before my knees meet the ground,
I am in the presence of the bridge of your nose.
The blossoming blur behind us,
we release like scorpion grasses in the spring.
Forsaken, as in your frustration.
As in, for heaven’s sake, envelop me.
Foregather. We exchange peaches for nectarines and cover the pit.
Given: as in hands
upturned to a cornflower sky
As in the coffee you pour exactly
reverberating the floral above
I take it with you.
Forgiven blue