Stargazers

It hurts how 

much they want

to be alive:

Blush vulvas 

sprung from snug 

green pods grenading

into spangled showgirls

to declare summer

half over. 

Jayne Mansfields 

of the garden bed 

they outpink even 

the potted fuchsia.

It makes no sense 

their stems don’t 

need a stake. 

I can hardly suffer 

their coquettish 

carpe diem bosoms 

bobbing in the sun. 

Would that I could crush 

the sealed buds open—

to get the scab 

without the cut.

MAGGIE DIETZ is the author of That Kind of Happy (University of Chicago Press, 2016) and Perennial Fall (Chicago, 2006). Read more.

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April 17, 2023, 48.498337°, -114.437207°