Termini
Stefania Heim

1.

Today, there’s no one who doesn’t look

Like someone I miss. How can we know

What to ask for, what not to ask for.

 

Morning is belly-heavy, complicated

By roads. Your turtle-shape departed,

I’m ridiculous in my state of undress.

 

2.

Out again alone

Among the strict, old hedges.

 

It’s murder

To get lost here but I’ll try.

 

Delicate lattice at the base

Of blank unbudging.

 

And I’m wishing all the wishers

Away.