by Sarp Sozdinler
Interstate Baptism
Showered in truck stop sinks,
shaved with cold water
and a stolen razor
I’ve been reborn
more times than Jesus
The coiled serpent
Spotting the rot early,
nursing the seeds I’ve planted,
seeing where my reach has fallen
short of my grasp.
I’m tending a human
bonsai, not
a garden.
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Sarp Sozdinler has been published in Electric Literature, Kenyon Review, Shenandoah, HAD, Maudlin House, and Pithead Chapel. He edits the online journal The Bulb Region.