front, the Indian hawthorn doesn’t have to try
to be an Indian hawthorn. It is the whiteness of those flowers
not struggling towards whiteness, not distracted
by other colors, that I love! I’m convinced
that I have peculiar powers too. For instance: love.
Love: solid devotion in spite of. Also, I have this thing
I can do with my heart. I can fill it up or empty it out
with just a thought. Let me know how it is with you.
by Nate Pritts
published by La Petite Zine