a point, a dot that becomes a line
a line, a dot that goes for a walk—
a bit scary, but also meditative
a potent force in the axis world
steadfast, awful, and straight,
over all the things he knows
on this particular stretch of the walkway,
in this silly game, the line soon forgets
he’s a dot; the beginning and the end
but will this work? Doesn’t he know others
think of him as a snake who tunnels through the grass
doesn’t make the parting of the blades
any less beautiful? a riverbed branches
into a tributary like this line of a rapturous
sentence, still in search of a word.
Ilari Pass holds a BA in English from Guilford College of Greensboro, NC, and an MA in English, with a concentration in literature, from Gardner-Webb University of Boiling Springs, NC. Her work appears or forthcoming in Rat's Ass Review, As It Ought To Be, Triggerfish Critical Review, Kissing Dynamite, The American Journal of Poetry, Unlikely Stories, Rigorous Magazine, Common Ground Review, Free State Review, Rejection Letters, and others. Twitter: @I_PASS24