issue 12 FEATURE: CODY ERNST
Seans, I’ve known not five
my whole life, all with cropped hair
and a penchant for mischief
like kicking the dog. I need Seans
or had I known none, I’d be different
than the sap I am today.
Marry me, Seans. Or be mine.
Off in the world Seans grow beards,
and further Seans wait to arise
and be made human. Out of the bushes
their arms fling, wave after wave, and
each night, more are spooned
from the fog, placed on wax,
and expected, fast, to ripen up.
Cody Ernst's poetry is appearing in Best New Poets 2015, Diode, The Minnesota Review, and elsewhere. He is an instructor at the Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins University and serves as a poetry editor of The Adroit Journal.