This Is How Tortillas Are Made
By Sara Munjack
a hunk of driftwood
washed up on dogbeach
in the shape of the palisades
how many deepsea divers
hauled up and soggy
from hightide with disks
warmed from the backs of rays
if we close our eyes
we see angels there
the shadow of mother
from the black lagoon
sunday nights when we lay awake
taught ourselves to read together
the english thick as hardened soap
on our tongues
our drunk appetite for dialogueSara Munjack holds an MFA from Rutgers-Newark and is a publicist at Four Way Books. She has poems published in Cosmonauts Avenue, Pigeon Pages, BOAAT, Gandy Dancer, ISO Magazine, tele-art mag, Grist Journal, and The Common. She is the founder and host of Jersey City Reads Poems. You can find her at sarabellamunjack.com.
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