My Cupboards by Rachel Loden

No ticture of seahorse.

No cloudberry poultice.

Don’t look there

where pixels spill

over the drawers, blow

loose letters

down the stairs.

Bare, as they say. No

one to sweep

the word-hoard

into Saturday. No

broom. No sorceress.

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