We sort the last of our scraps into bins.
\nPotatoes that are not entirely rotten\u2014
\nwe can\u2019t take anything. I made changes<\/p>\n
to my lesson plans, your suggestion
\nthat students finish on their own.
\nI hold a jug of corn kernels;<\/p>\n
you have already unpacked.
\nMy best friend talks to you,
\ndumping his music collection<\/p>\n
like he\u2019s simply switching clothes
\nwasher to dryer at the laundromat.
\nThis is the kind of dream I have learned<\/p>\n
to wrestle my way out of. Your body is next to me out of the dream. On the gymnasium steps, the jugs I worry about the sucking in my chest will endure? How far we will each trek I try to believe that sharing this fear hold us. As gravity becomes anachronism, We sort the last of our scraps into bins. Potatoes that are not entirely rotten\u2014 we can\u2019t take anything. I made changes to my lesson plans, your suggestion that students finish on their own. I hold a jug of corn kernels; you have already unpacked. My best friend talks to you, dumping his music collection […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[10],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-1kL","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5131"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5131"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5131\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10266,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5131\/revisions\/10266"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5131"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5131"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5131"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand I slide my hand to your navel,
\nlike a pitted olive<\/em>\u2014something I have sneaked<\/p>\n
\nof kernels have been pushed to one side. I worry
\nabout mine spilling, accidentally seeding the ground.<\/p>\n
\nwhen I wake. What good might there be
\nin this shedding\u2014so completely? To see what our will<\/p>\n
\ninto oblivion before\u2026what? Death
\nis no longer a word I use.<\/p>\n
\nof separation is fear enough
\nto bring us back together. Something must<\/p>\n
\nas love generalizes. As if keeping you too tightly in this life
\nmeans there will be less of you in another.<\/p>\nTodd Fredson<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"