“Forgetting Sonnets” by Anon Baisch

04

Paling after hands __ __ __ __ __ 
Crippled white crippled forgetting __ __
The dust is too sparse __ __ __ __ __

Leaky window __ __ __ __ __ __
Memories and residues __ __ __
Laminar opacities laminar time

The taking flow __ __ __ __ __ __
Footfall and edge and imprint __ __ __
And puddle __ __ __ __ __ __ __

The skin remains __ __ __ __ __ __
Impermeable remains __ __ __
Familiar __ __ __ __ __ __

Echoes are anniversaries too __ 
And dwindle __ __ __ __ __ __ __

05

White blank open __ __ __ __ __ __
Counts of __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __
You cannot keep it __ __ __ __ __

warm precipitate __ __ __ __ __
will lose __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __
move against it __ __ __ __ __ __

gravity into corners __ __ __
wet winter soil __ __ __ __ __ __
more wet __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __

ritual stone meme __ __ __ __ __
against wanting __ __ __ __ __ __
pressure sink __ __ __ __ __ __ __

scrape off the lichen __ __ __ __ __
and leave __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __

06 – Plum(b)

The cutting of __ __ __ __ __ __
Backing – the disappearing __ __ __
The volume body __ __ __ __ __

Uniformity :: from hand of __ __
The hanging line __ __ __ __ __ __
Exacted vertical __ __ __ __ 

Shadow copy close __ __ __ __ __ 
And weighted __ __ __ __ __ __ __
Graphited __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Source signature __ __ __ __ __ __
Branch of __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __
Stone blossom on known land __ __ __ __ 

All of this auspicious __ __ __ __ 
And her ashes __ __ __ __ __ __ 

07

Down Turning __ __ __ __ __ __ __
Proximal branches __ __ __ __ __ 
Ground under shadow __ __ __ __ __ 

Beneath close blanket __ __ __ __ __ 
weak roots __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __
Unemergent __ __ __ __ __ __

Sources __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __
Destinations __ __ __ __ __ __
Noncontiguous cycles __ __ __ 

Rotted blossoms __ __ __ __ __ __ 
A mother’s dust __ __ __ __ __ __ 
Our alterations __ __ __ __ 

The history of thickness is apparent
After cutting blood water roots down __

08

Ice outlasted __ __ __ __ __ __
But what is longevity __ __ __ 
Thawing ashes are meaningless __ __ 

Dormant grass __ __ __ __ __ __ __
Brittle broken sound __ __ __ __ __ 
Contractions __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Cycle of bodies __ __ __ __ __ 
Is linear __ __ __ __ __ __
All waves have undertow __ __ __ __ 

Cold white layers __ __ __ __ __ __ 
Eyes are dust __ __ __ __ __ __ __
There is no protection __ __ __ __ 

on the sidewalks there are masks __ __ __ 
the now faces are fracture __ __ __ 


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Anon Baisch is currently a data analyst working in the semiconductor industry. Anon’s poems have been published most recently in Defunct, New Note Poetry, 2River, The Write Launch, and forthcoming in Waxing & Waning.