Jess Mynes


paper wasp

why must you
I fight back
while a beech
looks me in the
eye orange in
red there push
pins of hope
I fight back
an engine cries
I know nothing
in my eyes
the sky is
lying a leaf
falling no
a swallowtail


daylight blotter

already dandelions
are dog-eared globes

daffodils browned
by early rains this

year seems faster
to flower I’ve

always thought yellow
aged color

it’s spring’s

past simple home