Dear Lightning

I’d will myself a death

If it meant I were the object

In its giddy entry

In a younger language         Seared exigencies

The bloom fractal

Indifference         That kind of lust

Your patterns         & deep furtiveness

I persist         Respirant

There was more

You could’ve done


Antonina Palisano holds an MFA in Poetry from Boston University. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Washington Square, Witch Craft Magazine, Quaint, Best New Poets 2015, and many other places, including the Academy of American Poets website. She lives in Boston.