{As in, ongoing / fluxing;
As in, computing and hold please
and etcetera;
As in, wait 600 minutes, and the anchor
we never dropped, and how carefully
can a person jump out of a plane;
As in, whatever you thought you saw,
stand over here this time—
think again / shift / mend;
As in, what didn’t kill me
could have / may yet;
As in, development and just-a-minute and
who can tell me what
is missing / went wrong / was right / is gone;
As in, if you think the kitchen is dirty now,
you should have seen it thirty minutes ago;
I will answer when you finish speaking;
As in, goodbye and hello
all rolled into one: maybe;
As in, the way in never reveals the way
out. So, what should I do
with this map;
As in, unless I’ve misunderstood physics,
the earth is always pushing back.}
Amanda Russell (she/her/hers) is a guest editor at The Comstock Review and a stay-at-home mom. Her poems have been curated by Hole in the Head re:View, Lily Poetry Review, and Atticus Review. Her second poetry chapbook, PROCESSING, is forthcoming from Main Street Rag (Summer 2024). To learn about her, please visit https://poetrussell.wordpress.com/.
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