Cole Pragides

Medication Schedule

Today the world is so small. The sun separates
through the wrong side of a magnifying glass.

The hills maintain pale green desire. Naked
spring stares at its reflection in doubt.

This season of drought deepens. A lake
grapples with its diminished boundaries.

Each leaf fades its own way. When in pain,
your eyes hint hazel tender. My hands

hold all this heat like black sand.
You can be spared, I think.

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Cole Pragides is an emerging writer who lives in New York. His work has been featured in wildness, phoebe, The Southeast Review, Frontier Poetry, River Heron Review, and The Los Angeles Review among others. He was a 2026 Kundiman Fellow. You can find him flying a kite.