Away

Emily Frankenberg Away

Enjoy the wallet you have taken, shredded bank cards and expired state IDs. Enjoy its smooth leather exterior, but the animal is gone. Enjoy my pans without a grain of salt, my house without a book in sight since I have moved. Enjoy the peels but not the fruit, the broken pot but not the ivy of my soul, which scales the windows high above. And little bear, enjoy the moon that you can’t trap inside a box. And Roman guards, enjoy the cold and empty tomb.