from The Seam     Perhaps a sungrazer cleaved into chunks— does the ice at the center persist in some other state like us never bother to melt Will we vaporize as completely transformed by the shock of ravaging atmosphere especially here where a fringe of tamped-down grass surrounds a field sown with untenable seed unbecoming hailed down upon now by the pitted blisterhot … Continue reading Three Poems by Shanna Compton