Research: Journals
The Journal
Issue 32.2
Script on Gold Leaf (5)*
Jean Gallagher
(Either Fate overcame me or the star-flinger with lightning.)
Grief's thunderpunch took me down
where the light's like the back of a dropped gold shovel.
I ate grief's thick gold toast.
I drank grief's big gold soup.
Grief's jewelry, look out for it, heavy on my wrist!
Look at this gold duffelbagful.
Tell me how to take it off.
Show me where to put it down.
No? Not yet? OK, then, show me
how to root my feet in this gold
meadow, be the thing that grows.
