By Genevieve Hartman

waiting to be known

snow is heaped 

against the cutting line of trees. 

the leftover crescent moon

hangs in the sky, 

waiting to hide itself, yet

waiting to be known.


i think of that ever-living 

fragility hidden 

in the whiteness of our bones, 

that is

to be human. 

Genevieve Hartman is a Korean American poet based in upstate New York. She is the Director of Development and Communications for BOA Editions, a content manager for Adroit Journal, and reads for The VIDA Review. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Brushfire, Plainsongs, bitter melon poetry, Meniscus Journal, and others. Find her reading, chilling on the front porch, or buying another plant.

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