pelican by hannah cohen

we were encounters of some other kind

or form, nature. really, i was full of it
like a new baby
dropped on the bathroom floor.

we were stages of development.
a series of giving

empty. a love song with a common name

you grew up with, but never heard anyone
call, ask for.

in the aisle of the grocery store

you were a bodhisattva, hungry & i was
helpless, eager to be.

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Hannah Cohen lives in Virginia & is pursuing her MFA at Queens University of Charlotte, where she's a poetry editorial assistant for the literary magazine Qu. Her poems are in december, weirderary, The Tishman Review & elsewhere. She's on Twitter as @hcohenpoet.