Aquinnah Sub Rosa by Kristina Bicher


We were on a cliff we couldn’t see the edge of: naked
on night-grass, I on my right side, he on his back.
I fed him jam pie salted with the ocean’s white noise.
A rose-tide above and the voices of stones
buried beneath. Wild stars of white aster sprang
from our feet. Sub rosa amo. Once we get off this island
we will never speak.


Kristina Bicher’s chapbook, Just Now Alive, was published by Finishing Line Press as a contest finalist in 2014. Her writing has appeared in The Atlantic, Crab Creek Review, The Louisville Review, and many others. She received a BA from Harvard University and an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College.