In your next life you could be an orchid
or dandelion. Who’s to say who’s better?
Fragile beauty or gold grit? Seriously:
it takes all kinds. Literally: everything
is designed to be what it is, to do
as it does. You can stamp your tattoo
brand on the strategic plan like tramp
or angel, whatever your angle: hip or ankle.
Not to say it doesn’t matter, but let’s say
it doesn’t: matter, like energy’s neither born
nor aborted. There’s a non-coercion clause,
only death and taxes inevitable. I’m not here
to advocate the path of least resistance; I’m only
the observer whose very observation changes
the observed, as if such absurdity were even possible:
white cloud over thistle, ghost rising from swamp.
Julie Benesh is author of the chapbook About Time and the forthcoming full-length poetry collection Initial Conditions and has published work in Tin House, Crab Orchard Review, Florida Review, Another Chicago Magazine, JMWW, Maudlin House, and elsewhere. She is a graduate of Warren Wilson College’s MFA Program and recipient of an Illinois Arts Council Grant. Read more at juliebenesh.com.