i brought you back spices       you brought me back seeds

so i’m the one who has to wait

as usual


     in spring the earth will seem as if it has turned to gold


in the meantime           you cook the air delicious, dancing around


                    in your against-the-rules impossible skin


                         the music says             sei frei            be free

                    so i’m just following instructions


                    when i flail into you—



     stay mortal      i say

          stay wherever lets you be hungry then eat then be

          hungry again—


looking at you is like

     looking at myself with great vanity


     in the metaphor pond

i can touch your hands with my hands forever


               you are the only patience i know


                    keep soil wet

                    the orchestra sewing furiously

                    the orchestra rowing furiously

                         until rains fall

Sarah Huener holds degrees from UNC Chapel Hill and Boston University, and was a Robert Pinsky Global Fellow in 2013. Her recent work can be found in Nimrod International Journal, Congeries, New Delta Review, and the Greensboro Review. Sarah reads for INCH and interviews for The Collagist. Her reviews appear or are forthcoming in the North Carolina Literary Review, Chicago Review of Books, and PLUME.