Literary Orphans

No Provenance by Margaret Wack

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You are greater than America

and more rich in pleasure:

 

I want to trample you

with wild horses,

 

sow you with a thousand

brilliant blossoms.

 

I want to savage your heartland,

swallow your peninsulas,

 

tongue out your

sweet found gold

 

like a slippery smile

in rich black earth

 

– true I have no steel or thunder,

only murderous small hands

 

to till and tumble you,

unearth your loveliness –

 

this world has no provenance

but is found and kept.

O Typekey Divider

Margaret Wack has had her work previously published in Strange Horizons, Liminality, and Devilfish review, among others. More can be found at margaretwack.com.

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O Typekey Divider

–Art by Ashley Holloway