Mantis 21 (Summer 2023)
New Poetry
Anon Baisch
my Mother died 29 days ago
Broken the cellular the definition
I recognize the face but
Of want of memory of
But I need the picture
Of quickness of erasure Ashes
Of moment of seeing I
And the could notting we
Of invisible touch the skin
Wait wait wait wait wait
Of a moment Of knowledge
Do we know the whenness
Of a body of how
What is this of ending
What is this finity this
Stop stop stop stop stop
The asymptote of body bag
The asymptote of and the
Box and we must carry
And we must the lightness
What will it feel like
To cradle what will feel
Cradle cradle cradle cradle cradle
ANON BAISCH is currently a data analyst working in the semiconductor industry. Anon’s poems have been published most recently in Defunct, New Note Poetry, 2River, The Write Launch, and forthcoming in Waxing & Waning.