RONDA PISZK BROATCH
Sonnet with Disposition for Resurrection
Where do you think you’re going with your fur so fuzzed? You could be the secret the world loves, stained glass box burgeoning with wire and piano keys, the instruments of regret. We interview silence, but silence varies its answers, offers stasis, an airspace unstitched. We prescribe for each other the soaring belief that Easter will cure our ills, sip without a swipe of alcohol Corona from a Pepsi can. O Eros! Where do you think you’re going with your regrettable structures, your hauled-up nightshade and next-galaxy conspiracy theories? It’s been nigh on X many years since I walked away, your body cold for the last time, skinned, but okay.
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Ronda Piszk Broatch is the author of Lake of Fallen Constellations, (MoonPath Press). Ronda’s current manuscript was a finalist with the Charles B. Wheeler Prize and Four Way Books Levis Prize. She is the recipient of an Artist Trust GAP Grant. Ronda’s journal publications include Fugue, Blackbird, 2River, Sycamore Review, Missouri Review, Palette Poetry, and Public Radio KUOW’s All Things Considered.