Wise Poets – Rachel Betesh – Built To Wait

Rachel Betesh

coarse skin, like a laborer;
shoulders up, like horses;
made for cold, like fire is,
a radish holds its heat.
in winter, we keep
the least
becoming, what’s not bright,
what burns your throat,
these old,
strong roots.
black radishes:
my back ached, i suppose,
from taking them—
the way you feel sore
when you’ve loved
with effort. when you’ve
stilled your thoughts
with work.
bitter flesh, like wanting;
smoky gray, like coal;
built to wait, like stones are,
even winter needs to eat.


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