Fernweh by KJ Hannah Greenberg


Electronic images, posted in neat pockets of social media, incur
A strange longing for real licorice, pigeon breasts neatly poached,
Also small intervals of cafuné.

It’s not so much that Europe, or those crazy nights in Asia, brought
Back palettes of irises, ranunculi, likewise dahlias, as it is they acted
A barometer for unrequited affections.

I no more experienced hiraeth than I felt deterred from pawning
The diamond, its matching earrings, the ones you gifted me after
Hours of debauchery.

There’s no firgun among man and wife when one skips around
International centers while the other’s left to sort laundry among
Inattentive ex-patriots.

My cravings were never filled by fresh bouquets or bright stones.
Your butterfly kisses, personal scent, sloppy hugs, alone bestow
My necessary life basics.

©2019 KJ Hannah Greenberg


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KJ Hannah Greenberg delights in words. Hannah’s poetry collections are: The Wife/Mom (Seashell Books, 2019), Mothers Ought to Utter Only Niceties (Unbound CONTENT, 2017), A Grand Sociology Lesson (Lit Fest Press, 2016), Dancing with Hedgehogs (Fowlpox Press, 2014), The Little Temple of My Sleeping Bag (Dancing Girl Press, 2014), Citrus-Inspired Ceramics (Aldrich Press, 2013), Intelligence’s Vast Bonfires (Lazarus Media, 2012), Supernal Factors (The Camel Saloon Books on Blog, 2012), Fluid & Crystallized (Fowlpox Press, 2012), and A Bank Robber’s Bad Luck with His Ex-Girlfriend (Unbound CONTENT, 2011).


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