February Poem #2: The Calving
by Jennifer Roche
and turns the city
the color of ash. Every/
where is one glove. Every/
thing seeps. The pineapple chunk
picked from a Pyrex bowl in the fridge
tastes like a cold, thready sun
and the lone pulley of spring.
Ghost Ocean 14
Jennifer Roche is a writer, poet, and editor who lives and works in Chicago, IL.