I‘m rich as a bank of loans,
my money stacks high and green
as a forest drenched in rain,
a slope of low mountain in the mist.
Famous as a marauding saint,
my arms swing out wide and bracing
as an incomplete circle of petrospheres,
a horseshoe of stars cupping the moon.
I am strong as a taurean bull.
Watch the way I pull at the weight,
how my eyes alight with the strain,
how my shoulders quake like engines.
My heirs will rule the earth like suns.
Watch as they grow tall and searing,
how their feet leave sooted prints,
how their arms sway like a burning bush.
My heart will beat a thousand rhythms
for every tap of your finger on the table.
I stampede horses through your living room
until the sun has steeped your tea.
~ Gregory Stapp
Gregory Stapp received his BA from the University of Oklahoma and his MFA from Queens
University of Charlotte. His poems have appeared in, Lime Hawk Journal, Shot Glass, The Ekphrastic Review, and Forage, among others. He recently served as the Poetry Editor for Qu: A Literary Magazine.
Guest Editor Melissa Fite Johnson’s first collection, While the Kettle’s On (Little Balkans Press, 2015), won the Nelson Poetry Book Award and is a Kansas Notable Book. She is also the author of A Crooked Door Cut into the Sky, winner of the 2017 Vella Chapbook Award (Paper Nautilus Press, 2018). Her poems have appeared in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Broadsided Press, Whale Road Review, and elsewhere. Melissa teaches English and lives with her husband in Kansas.