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Florid by Willa Schneberg




Why aren't you here yet

to glow tombstones

in the cemetery at dusk?



I glue my eyes to your cool light

and gauzy shimmer,

until you do my bidding,

slinking down on the mowed grass


stretching full and wide, enveloping me

in your diaphanous globe body,

upward, we float.


But you will tire of me,

everyone does,

your silvery seam will rip open.

Inert as a grave marker,

I'll fall flat, back

to where death is.




You inch towards me,

with your shapely trunk,

full head of leaves and supple limbs.


You seduce me with your furrowed bark,

white and scaly with black frowns

and mascara-lidded eyes.

Your splinters are tongue kisses.


You make my body gossamer,

burrowing deep inside your hollow,

through inner bark and sapwood,

to heartwood, I'm alive here,


but someone will call my name,

tell me I'm sick again, and kidnap me

to a foreign place called home.

Willa Schneberg

Willa Schneberg is a poet, ceramic sculptor, curator and psychotherapist in private practice. She has been a fellow at Yaddo and MacDowell, and has authored five poetry collections including: Box Poems; In the Margins of the World, which was awarded the Oregon Book Award; Storytelling in Cambodia; the letterpress chapbook, The Books of Esther, produced in conjunction with her eponymous exhibition at the Oregon Jewish Museum and Center for Holocaust Education in Portland, Oregon. She founded and curates “Jewish Voices,” an annual reading of Oregon Jewish Writers, now in its 22nd year. The Naked Room is forthcoming from Broadstone Books.


Willa Schneberg