Writing from the stemistry lab
Immaculate suspension
by Christopher Barnes
In his shivery opinion
Her dusty termination
Was a perspexed inevitability,
A bleached progress
Or his dull power.
She gave peach-like consent,
He a salty acceptance
For this rickety conception’s
Rude-red harvest.
Through clock-time suspension
She pulsed avoidance
With desperation rough as psoriasis,
She’ll pay a dark-edged bribe
Leaving astringent hope.