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Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Briar

A friend betrayed me yesterday. I loved him 

for his rage, hungers & big flat feet he stomped 


as if he wanted to leave imprints everywhere 

he went. I never told him how his stomping moved me, 


the same way this blooming briar does, waving

in the rush & dust of the highway off-ramp.


My friend betrayed me for a fast mark, a few gasps 

around a spilled secret, no bigger than a briar’s thorn. 


I’m one of the cars the ramp jams into town, & because 

it would cause horn-blasting rage, & because 


for each betrayal we lose a little fervor, I don’t 

reach to tear a flower from the briar to keep in a book — 


his book — that he signed Yours, always. Lost 

secrets, friends, fervors — we are made of this dust. 


Let briars grow from it, & bloom.

Copyright 2019 Laure-Anne Bosselaar. First published in Small Gods of Grief  (BOA Editions). Included in Vox Populi by permission of the author.

3 comments on “Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Briar

  1. Gerald Fleming
    March 23, 2023

    Laure-Anne Bosselaar is one of our finest poets.


  2. Kathy Nelson
    March 27, 2019

    Love the anaphora and the SALs!

    Liked by 1 person

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