SILVER nothing is small pin these years of rot beneath
my name becoming a swan call me underheard among the
fauna patiently violet patiently silver how is this the world
I am not the melody shredding lilies for a fog painted
garment for a shoulder blade shadow in a deepening
Heather Sweeney, she/her/hers, lives in San Diego where she is a poet, painter, potter, and yogi. Last year, her chapbook, Just Let Me Have This, was published by Selcouth Station Press. Her second chapbook, Same Bitch, Different Era, is forthcoming this year by above/ground press. She is the Poetry Editor for Last Exit. Her work can also be found in recent issues of A Velvet Giant, the tiny, and Pidgeonholes and others.