Sandra Fees

Deskwork

Every inkling of want leads back
to this table I write on. Above,

nameless, hovers a body
of work. One day

the body is a ghost disbursing
dandelion seeds to whim

to wind, the next feathered
and gliding. Today a fragrance

but indiscernible. Where it 

comes from, where it’s
going I’m still not sure

but the future is starved,
calls me back, promises

not to devour me.

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Sandra Fees has been published in Nimrod, Crab Creek Review, River Heron Review, Border Crossing, Whale Road Review, Moon City Review and elsewhere. The author of the chapbook, The Temporary Vase of Hands, she lives in southeastern Pennsylvania.