portion of the artwork for Beth Suter's poetry

Beth Suter

my wild walnut           tough-shelled
richly bitter     you make the best brittle

laundry days    I’m distracted by your towel
smelling of goats          and garlic

last night I dreamed you           a velvet-antlered hart           browsing me
woke to your scent     hungry

it’s not a starry sky     but a spiral galaxy      of sheets
these years of making               the bed unmade

my gooseberry sour
you make        one     tart        relish

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 59 | Spring/Summer 2022