I am

the honey lifted

lip

of syrup

I fold and unfold desire

I am bosom to wheel

the wide hips you call earth

every day

clay and kettle

steam to whistle

more dark sips

down to the black bottom

of my cup

where did the sugar girls

get their berries and cream

I linger by the cradle

of the next born

morning I linger

by the lusting

crumple & crease

I linger in the clear

bath of morning

and wait

for beauty to reappear

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Jane Medved is the author of Wayfarers (forthcoming from Grid Books 2024) and Deep Calls To Deep (winner of the Many Voices Project, New Rivers Press). Her translation of Wherever We Float, That’s Home (Maya Tevet Dayan) is forthcoming from Saturnalia Books 2024. She is the poetry editor of the Ilanot Review and a visiting lecturer in the Graduate Creative Writing Program at Bar Ilan University, Tel Aviv.