By Alyse Knorr
Mint hymn sits rich—
rusts, turns, strums, hums
much. I will run within it.
I will insist it. Which why
until us? Inch flirt hint stuck.
Is it? Will it? Mix sums. Try until
limit—sun mist just flux, crux
until will. List: chin, lick, hull,
first us. I must still until until until.
Alyse Knorr is an assistant professor of English at Regis University and, since 2016, co-editor of Switchback Books. Her most recent poetry collection, Mega-City Redux, was selected by Olena Kalytiak Davis as winner of the 2017 Green Mountains Review Poetry Prize. She is also the author of the poetry collections Copper Mother and Annotated Glass, the non-fiction book Super Mario Bros. 3, and two poetry chapbooks. Her work has appeared in Alaska Quarterly Review, Denver Quarterly, The Cincinnati Review, The Greensboro Review, and ZYZZYVA, among others.