When I want to be sweet and light like a blackberry
floating in a bowl of water, instead I am heavy
and awkward. When I want to be strong like a real
sword, I just sit here like a blackberry in a bowl
of yogurt. Once, I saw a suit of new skin floating
in front of me. It was perfect. It was just my size.
Sometimes, I spend the whole morning searching
for the morning. It was perfect. All I had to do
was step inside.
Mikko Harvey lives in Columbus, Ohio. You can find his work in places such as The Pinch, New Ohio Review, Maisonneuve, and Best New Poets. He is a poetry editor for The Journal.