Jess Williard

Issue 15 • Spring 2015

      Of course, the votive candle—
anything autographed to resemble
      an expiring flame.
The simple fact of the 7 train
      or the kiss of a stubbled cheek
in cold. Your commute
      is none of my business,
but if I had to say something,
      I’d say it’s worth it.
I’m having trouble with the idea
      of how something
should be about something.