All in by Clayre Benzadón
by Clayre Benzadón
In full sun, or cold
tolerance, asters grown in, all
charmed and untoothed, wild—
their star-slit petals cross
each other, aster-
isks, ticks, tisks
of remembrance.
There is a game
blossoms play
with each other:
besides the speckled
throats, plants choose
to dress, protect them-
selves in fox-
glove sleeves, thimbles,
during a game of tag, or touch
-me-not—
a half-life lasts a day.
I stare at the aster,
at its last finger of
pulverized breath.
It sheathes, sneezes
like a collapsed core
of a black hole.
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Clayre Benzadón is an MFA graduate student at the University of Miami, managing editor of Sinking City, and Broadsided Press’s Instagram editor. Her chapbook, Liminal Zenith, was published by SurVision Books. She was also awarded the 2019 Alfred Boas Poetry Prize for "Linguistic Rewilding" and published in places including SWWIM Every Day, 14poems, and Crêpe and Penn, as well as forthcoming in ANMLY and Fairy Tale Review. You can find more about her at clayrebenzadon.com.
by Clayre Benzadón
tonight I wedge
the moon
into bottom
of glass
con cada luna llena
watch it erupt
leak teal
cuando llega
el atardecer
I can’t squeeze
Julieta Venega’s
“Limon Y Sal” out
of my head
only Clase Azul
finger-
tip swirling
salt around
the rim
of a shotglass
Evening brings out
the bluest part
almost half
of this lemonmilk
body is salted
by silicon
dioxide glass
created by meteoroids
hitting it
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Clayre Benzadón is an MFA student at the University of Miami, editor of Sinking City, and Broadsided Press’s Instagram editor. Her chapbook, Liminal Zenith was published by SurVision Books. She was awarded the 2019 Alfred Boas Poetry Prize for "Linguistic Rewilding." Additionally, her work has been featured in places including Pussy Magic, Kissing Dynamite, Hobart, and forthcoming in ANMLY, Fairy Tale Review, and Crêpe and Penn.