Beets and Lint
Not being able to think how
the beets made her feel
was just as good as the
lint question in her back pocket
that fanned out all the multistriped
buttons falling on her shoes
in the slots where pancakes roll
when the lights turn off
and the springs of the young heels
quiver in the dark
by Stacey Allam and John M. Bennett
For process notes, see “Jaw Plants.”








