By Emenel Ohsea
The muttering Geiger counter conducts
a roll call
of all
the links in the fenced off zones.
On the other side a garden grows
a glowing green football.
The surrounding tulips
are teething between
their new two lips.
With the giggling purple vines I built
a trellis to climb on
Since carpentry is now
an obsolete trade;
melted trees make no lumber.
Emenel Ohsea (he/him) is an emerging poet from St. Catharines, Ontario. He holds a BA in Creative Writing and English Literature and an MA in English literature from Brock University. As part of the LGBTQ community, his poetry, essays, and short stories often explore queer identities, expressions and perspectives. He has published several poems in Paloma Magazine and essays in the Brock Review. https://www.instagram.com/emenel_ohsea?igsh=eTJ0YmJ6dmY1d3lh
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