Anna E. Fullmer lives in sunny Cleveland, Ohio. She works at the library in the Tech Department, teaching folks how to 3D print and laser cut. She writes songs, poems, and to-do lists. Her work has appeared in FEED, 3 Moon Magazine, and Sledgehammer Lit. Twitter @anna_fullmer
Last
I smell
like salt
of the earth.
I earth
like salt
of the body.
Left off
my wedding ring
today to turn
soil with naked
fingers. Dirty
half-moons.
Its absence
felt keenly,
completely.
And how
many moons
till I lose you?
I turn the earth,
joy and fear
at the same time
extend
like a pumpkin vine.
I furrow
and think who
first?