- Here in night, I collect the words
- you left bobbing in your wake.
- What you’ve uttered floats amid waves,
- and I make a pile of the debris from where you lie.
- So fragile are these fragments which I hold,
- which float in my palm like bottles at sea.
- My hand cages what the waves once rolled.
- When your eyelids flutter,
- new waves send every word
- slipping from my grasp again.
Packingtown Review – Vol.12, Fall 2019
Sarah Jane Pazen is a poet and visual artist from Chicago, IL. She enjoys photography and illustration, as well as literary translation. She is currently in her second year at Kenyon College.