by Sienna Taggart
paperbag bush, prickly poppies,
blue phacelia bitter root
—the desert’s offspring sewn together,
rustling whispering their brisk secrets
up the mountain.
I taste them on my tongue when
rain beckons and calls
feel them on my palm,
their gummy milky sap
drying on my fingertips I walk
climbing higher to the Yucca
with her sugary
waxed cream flowers sheathed in sharp points,
roots swelling with sudsy pulp;
I stand before her threadlike neck
concealed behind a bladed fan
cup my hands
as wind pulls velvet tears
from her cheeks.
Sienna Taggart (she/her) is a Creative Writing and English student. Her work has appeared in Dundee University Review of the Arts and The Ekphrastic Review. Sienna lives in El Paso, Texas, with her family and spirited pup, Ronin. She can be found on Instagram @siennaraine_
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