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No act is selfless. Not love. Not rain nor sunrise. Not even a butterfly bending a tulip’s cerulean ledge after gracefully inspecting my grandmother’s row of white rose bushes, her brown terrier watching as if he understood. Certainly not my father drawing minimalist maps and squiggly diagrams in his spiral pocket memo pad with one of his leaky black pens, his foot up on the hinged oak gate that kept the swollen Herefords in the lot, teaching my older male cousins how one pink curls into another, darker pink that was not the turgid pink I used to think about the most.
—Ben Kline lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, writing poems and telling stories, drinking more coffee than might seem wise. His work is forthcoming or has recently appeared in Graviton, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Risk Magazine, petrichor, Riggwelter, Grist Online, Trailer Park Quarterly, Rappahannock Review, Toe Good and many more. You can read more at www.benkline.online
Artwork by: Alex Stolis
Alex lives in Minneapolis.