Benjamin Franklin Was Right

Benjamin Franklin Was Right

By Kasey Edison


Pure as stars swimming through wet winter sky,

swallowing the cold until indistinguishable

like fish of the deep swallowing their young.


Say something to me. But don’t say life is set

like marrow in bone, that the dead inside each of us

strain at our skins to get out.


Tell me, isn’t this also life:

clouds squeezing pearls of light on the cold ground

so they scatter like bits of glass?


Kasey Edison has been published in The Broadkill Review and The Mississippi Review. She is currently a manager at a large financial institution outside of Philadelphia, where she lives with her husband and dog.