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Genevieve Wynand

The Fight

During risk and rudeness,
only the sketch of living
in between is the goal.

Both floor and
ceiling are essential —
indoor sustenance.

Workers weary
of going to work,
a daily risk.

Young children
ask for help,
for food.

The lights, hot
grease, sour uniform: They forget
you are a human being.

Left filling orders, forget
you have feelings (sad). Rude,
rude anxiety; sick always below.

Workers are people,
every day, invisible,
taken for granted, kind.

Bellow. Stop.
See each other.
Slow everything down.

(The painstaking effect
of causal ubiquity,
of black and white, exalted.)

Hold our gaze.
See the human
being.

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Genevieve Wynand is an editor for Pulp Literature Press, and a writer and poet with work in print and online. Visit her at genevievewynand.com.

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Genevieve Wynand

Valor

Vital to an anxious world:
a legacy story about glass,
like this bowl hurled
to the ground, merely
dented, filled
with gold and silver.

(Spread resilience
in the fragile, hot minerals.)

Aspiration carries the misery
to people who require to be
at top speed
under stress.

Colder circumstances —
a tricky business — often
break and damage and
stop
a story

in the effort
to reinvent change for a century
(more hours spent with
new degradation and
likely to produce
sensitivity).

Begin with a molten bath —
atoms swap with atoms —
tension and toughness fortified
under urgency,
running

to protect our most valuable liquids.
An aura of effort,
the making of demand,
for everything racing
there’s not enough in the world.

 

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