night again by Astrid Le

The way it rocks like light will soon strip off

graceless snow when even the radiator cannot

defend furrowing touch I will call, in return,

soft cathartic squeaking to the cocoon of mother’s writing

(my sweet peach) coddling jars of syrup shelved

the fiercest winter bursts through white mountain tops

unearthed worms summon at the surface fails to conjure

a good enough response holds itself–small thing

I will keep you tucked away in my nose sniff you goodnight

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Astrid Le is a poet and interdisciplinary artist based in Philadelphia, PA. They currently serve as Managing Editor on Hyphen, Temple's Undergraduate Literary and Art Magazine. In their spare time, they enjoys cooking soup, caring for the neighborhood cats, and knitting.