the plant eats the sun while the sun eats itself
in the morning this not-flower
reveals a white spine & the spine rises
tasting where memory lies hot
in the sky

its roots comb the earth          thirst
and not-thirst.

like the brief thrill
of a mouth sensing nourishment,
a mouth chewing steadily
through a peach.

Brittany N. Jaekel is a PhD student in the hearing sciences and writes when she has a quiet moment. Her work has previously appeared in Burningword Literary Journal.