Poet of the Day – Joanne Esser
National Poetry Month April 7, 2020 Joanne Esser WHERE LOVE RESIDES They fall into exhaustion rather than into gentle sleep, each limb heavy with the ash of its bonfires burned completely down, not curled but sprawled, claiming all the space of their bed, Two bodies that attempted fusion. Both strained to push into what is impenetrable in the other, wanting in the only way they know to try, to perhaps break through the…
