One Poem
by Georgia Hertz
When I get the call
I will put on my boots
for I will help you dig the hole. Shovel meet
earth. Sweat meet tears. Meet me here.
Sometimes grief is a round, solid knot
not easily released. Sometimes we must
mourn the living. The wanton wishing
for disentanglement. The way the
orb weaver spins her web across my front
door every night while I pass through
cleanly every morning. I made a promise.
Georgia Hertz is a bisexual artist, musician, and writer from the foothills of North Carolina, and a current MFA candidate at Carlow University's creative writing program in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Her poems have been published in Gleam, Homology Lit, and The Swamp.