Speak to me of love
and I will speak to you
of salvia bought on sale,
twenty-cents, an end
of the season find. The man
said bloomless shafts
weren’t worth the dirt.
Forget to water,
leave bare on chilly nights.
Speak to me of love
and I will tell you of replanting
in terracotta pots, good drainage,
of some protected spot,
an alcove on the porch
where the winds can’t reach.
Jennifer Schomburg Kanke is a doctoral candidate at Florida State University. Her work has appeared in Pleiades, Fugue and Earth’s Daughters. Previously, she served as an editor at Quarter After Eight and is currently the Poetry Editor for The Southeast Review.
How did you arrive at the title for this piece? Not in a very sexy way I’m afraid, it’s pretty much just a description of the narrative of the poem. Of course, if I’m feeling sassy I guess I could say “I asked it what its name was,” but that feels like a bit much.
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