Cider

From fallow yellow ground
common boneset and bark
pepper flakes
the eye—storm grey
the apple—downy pale
the favorite—pressed against
aggressed agama agnate
Adam’s
apple
falls not far
between
rabbitlike
pulp pilgrims
basting the afterdamp
in an earnest plea
to curry favor with the
barred pattern sparrow

Euonymus

Between
moss-covered walls
of magma-rich silica
and a fabaceous shrub
gorse whin
furlough
Belinda
blessed peacemaker
dress pelt
flex tippet
as the sable
carrying crushed geranium
to the feldspar
for an erotic interplay of
rosy-eyed aphids
coming up upon the spikelet

Mickayla Grasse-Stockman is a writer from New Hampshire. Her poetic interests center around minimalism, experimental language, and sound. She currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.