Sarah Sarai
Sappiness Is Not in the DSM
You scorn an impulse to ripen the peach within, enchant a more grand yesterday. I’m with you but a deft solemnity like a monster fog spreads over our already lived so I’m saying, colorize anguish. Push through green-up. Trust the conviction of all ten fingertips’ subtle musculature. Ten multiplying visions threading to reach air. You get the idea which is already out there seeking shelter in a poem or a bar, wherever shelter is sought. It’s all good, comrade. That guy daring us to eat a peach? I’m daring us to be one. Then eat it.
—Submitted on 12/02/2020
Sarah Sarai is author of the poetry collections That Strapless Bra in Heaven (Kelsay Books, 2019), Geographies of Soul and Taffeta (Indolent Books, 2016), and The Future is Happy (BlazeVOX[books], 2009). Her work has appeared in E-ratio, DMQ-Review, New Verse News, Live Nude Poems, Big City Lit, and other journals, as well as in anthologies including Stonewall’s Legacy (Local Gems Press, 2019). Sarai lives in New York.
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