First Kiss
Being announces itself, unlanguaged,
sharp and swollen like
mint in my lungs, teethed open
to make room for
lingering. The membrane
of reality trembles. God is
making and unmaking
the universe.
Being announces itself, unlanguaged,
sharp and swollen like
mint in my lungs, teethed open
to make room for
lingering. The membrane
of reality trembles. God is
making and unmaking
the universe.
Rowan Tate is a Romanian creative and curator of beauty. Her writing appears in the Stinging Fly, the Shore, Josephine Quarterly, and Meniscus Literary Journal, among others. She reads nonfiction nature books, the backs of shampoo bottles, and sometimes minds.