Alla Vilnyansky
A piece of wood is crying, giggling, hiccupping
making dumplings
I love you like fire loves wood
Love, means being a part
of this phenomenon
By the light of the fire
I can see your face
has changed
There are so many things that we take
for granted: our legs (for instance)
that they will
carry us
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A recent graduate of Columbia University’s MFA program, Alla Vilnyansky has previously published in multiple digital and print journals including Saint Ann’s Review, Boog City and Poetry International.