BALDHIP Magazine: Issue 08

Jenna Cardinale

A Ruined Shape

A small square
of weather beams
through the skylight.

          I don’t know what
        	I lost, so it’s fine.

Bush bursting
through the wrought-
iron fence.

          At least the acknowledgment of
          the bad joke earns
          some smile.

A hug of garden.

A sighting of the color of
the speculum for a second.