Refined, cracked and catalyzed
on the other side.

Resined－hardened－nurdled－
colored and cast.

How she buzzes while watering her rose.
Does she expect me to bloom too?

Honey, I don’t say, while resin and glue
I’m no less due.

But all I can do is look true
as tears roll down my stem.

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Kenton K. Yee has placed poetry most recently in Ligeia Magazine, Plume Poetry and Summerset Review, among others. An Iowa Summer Poetry Workshop alum, he’s a member of the Attic Institute for Literary Arts. Kenton makes his home in northern California.