Bittersweet Fiddlehead
The running streams
of umbilical legacies look like
delicate, graceful, yellow air
an unbroken pizzelle dipped in Earl Grey
unburnt bundles of white sage
corn silk shucked into a brown paper bag
corn itself, crisp ear of Silver Queen
homegrown pineapple in a sunlit bathtub
a perfect split in a cabochon ametrine
pollen dust on a Ford Anglia hood
citrus juice in summer hair
velvet booties, mossy green
an avocado split six hours too early
September morning breakfast in bed
Snow packed shell on a North Atlantic beach
stone fruit, burrata, balsamic, soda bread
Arizona flagstone slick with rain
Brand new lima bean slick with slime
small miracles on top of small miracles
passed onward through the membrane.
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C.T. McClintock writes, daydreams, and lives her life in Brooklyn, New York. She is a Doctoral Fellow at St. John’s University in Queens, New York where she teaches undergraduate writing and works as the Assistant Editor of the St. John’s academic journal, The Humanities Review.