FIG TREE FRUITING ALONG THE RAMAPO FAULT by McCaela Prentice

I want to push our cities together

like tectonic plates.

under a fig tree in Greenpoint

the light is looking strangled

and my dress in need of washing.

I think of our lives as parallel

as two halves

of something ripe

out of season.

you could reach the branches

I am stretching for. you would know

what to do in an earthquake

would know some trick

for the seeds in our teeth.

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McCaela Prentice (she/her) is living and writing in Astoria, NY. Her poems have previously appeared in HAD, Ghost City Review, and Perhappened. Her full length poetry collection "PULP PROPHET" is forthcoming in 2023 with Musing Publications.