By Jared Pearce

struggling atop
the table, teach
me how to die—

not the green
folded into night,
but the earthen

curl of your ashen
days, your stems’
drawn failures,

and regardless,
the frail comet
limping into sterility,

a tiny hope,
again and again.

Jared Pearce teaches literature and writing at William Penn University. Some of his poems are forthcoming from Angle, Albatross, and Asymptote, while others have recently been shared in Far Off Places, Birmingham Arts Journal, Belle Reve, and Apeiron.