Still Life Morrow

Red and orange autumn leaves.
I think they know – about every leaf 
I’d catch to peel from my tongue. 
It spoke to how good I was at being 
alone. This morning I sit in the still 
kitchen, rued by autumn passing 
me outside. Still, I cut into my omelet. 
“Turn off the static,” my therapist says. 
“Taste what you swallow.” Inside, I feel
water burst from the baby bellas. I wish 
I were staring at a still life, a bowl of cactus 
fruit maybe, or rotted watermelon, and not 
this wintry scene of the road I’ve just taken.
In it, rises our breath to the lone mountains,
as layers of rain gloss us abundantly.

Tacey M. Atsitty, Diné, is Tsénahabiłnii (Sleep Rock People) and born for Ta’neeszahnii (Tangle People) from Cove, Arizona. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Cornell University. Her work has appeared in many publications. Her first book is Rain Scald (UNM Press, 2018).

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