Lauryn Gierchak

We fight evergreen;

We survive the organic philosophy


Stationary spines suffice enough

To stretch us up,

But conclude the torrential adventure

With an alpine genetic pretense.


Thorny bones grow rigid

Beneath our skin,

Straining, tearing, biting


We end with splintered heart,

Lips cracked and faded,

Seeding clogged arteries,

Floral oceans flood lungs with

Kaleidoscope audacity