portion of the artwork for Jessie Janeshek's poem

What Does It Mean to Pull Away and Sustain?
Jessie Janeshek

I wanted to climb
  wander small pools
of black cacti blood
  at the City of Rocks
but the owl’s heart-shaped face
  left no room for collapse
and I’m more languid than that.

I have you in my palms
  don’t want your bone-toss
on the phone as our temperature drops
  and we list toward winter.

I’ll strike my match
  on a blue Texas absence
  reusable gloves
wake to your grandfather’s gritty obituary.
  You’re not my polestar
and it’s well past time
I start to work out my arms.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 46 | Fall 2015