3 Poems by Claire Verbeck

Ode to the Valentine Apartment

Before the bedbugs descended

In clean blue walls,
sand-cracked ceilings,
watery hiss of passing traffic:
I smell your ocean waves.



Seedling No. 2

Saturday morning, Union Hill

A sweet smell bends to the street
reverentially to kiss me
in the cornsilk morning



Seedling No. 3

After a panic attack

You writhe and snap like a loose garden
hose until, dodging lashes, I hop
to your valve to shut you down.
You are quiet. Still. I gather
you into my arms. Cradling
your mercurial curves, I wrap myself inside.