Garden Thief

What can compare

with the way I pinch living rosemary

between my fingertips until

the stem snaps and the sprig is mine.

What can compare

with my stealth and greed, all while

green oil pools beneath my nails and 

every saber-leaf anoints me in

scent so sharp it cuts the breath.

Natasha King's poetry has appeared in Glintmoon, Lily Poetry Review, Oyster River Pages, and Okay Donkey. She lives in North Carolina, where she spends her spare time writing, prowling, and thinking about the ocean. She can be found on Twitter as @pelagic_natasha.