Poems

the chinese are trying to reach me

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a small watercolor paints itself on the lowest point of my coffee spoon
the rooster mug orders me—leave rings on the wood. don’t you desire permanence?
i wonder why the chinese are trying to reach me through poetry
should i go home and read my river stained chinese zen poetry book?
the one that bathed with me on independence day three years ago
when i fell in a hidden hole before fishing in the afternoon sweat-caked thigh july sun
hours after i had washed my coffee spoon from the muggy, effortless morning

Nicole Basta is a native Pennsylvanian, current Ithaca, New York poet who enjoys traveling, hiking, stretching, dancing and cats. She has been fumbling around after undergrad, attempting to feed herself while simultaneously trying to live it up like a carefree small child. Her future plans include baking an apple pie and going to grad school.

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