Hot Pot Magazine

By Kelli Simpson

Yes, I could heal you
with some blue potion
equal parts star and shine.
Still, I hesitate to ease your fever.
I’ve come to love its steady climb.
If I heal you, my hands
will just be hands,
still as sleeping stones.
But here between healed and heaven,
you give my hands somewhere to go.

Kelli Simpson is a poet and former teacher based in Norman, Oklahoma. Her work has appeared in Lamplit Underground, Green Ink Poetry, One Art Poetry Journal, The MockingHeart Review, and elsewhere.