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I had forgotten about you until this morning at Denny’s when I didn’t have enough quarters for a newspaper and pulled, instead, this book from my purse, laid in for such emergencies.
And there you were, asserting your opinions in black ballpoint, two stars next to the titles you obviously liked, crossed-out lines you seemed to think superfluous— scratched-off Wasatch, penned-in mountains.
And then the waitress frowned when I told her no hashbrowns. She asked again—no potatoes? No grits?—as if to correct this error in the book of my morning. She scrawled a note in her own book, lips tight.
But she brought me the eggs and you finally left the poet alone as he went on to talk of farmers, as his horse changed leads on command, and sometimes not. And it’s hard to tell whether you simply tired of the old, old game— this singular shaping, this lonely work for the betterment of us all— or whether the poet won you over, maybe with those lines on page 40 about chickens and the little swaybacked shed he can’t bring himself to knock down, beautiful it its disrepair.
Amy Miller’s Astronauts won the 2022 Chad Walsh Chapbook Prize from Beloit Poetry Journal, and her full-length book, The Trouble with New England Girls, won the 2017 Louis Award from Concrete Wolf Press. Her poems have appeared in Barrow Street, Copper Nickel, Narrative, RHINO, Terrain, Tupelo Quarterly, and ZYZZYVA. She received a 2021 Oregon Literary Fellowship and blogs at writers-island.blogspot.com.
She hides in the east shadow of a thirty-foot wall. She might remember damp hands of ivy, but now she tangles only with herself, limbs on fractured limb, sparse leaves cupping small swallows of light. What can she say, embarrassed, when pink silk shoots out from her every cleft in April in—yes—the rain’s warm lick.
Amy Miller’s poetry and nonfiction have appeared in Barrow Street, Copper Nickel, Gulf Coast, RHINO, Tupelo Quarterly, Willow Springs, and ZYZZYVA. Her full-length poetry collection, The Trouble with New England Girls, won the Louis Award from Concrete Wolf Press, and her chapbooks include I Am on a Riverand Cannot Answer (BOAAT Press) and Rough House (White Knuckle Press). She lives in Oregon.
waves to her and whispers while she suns and tunes out the argument nextdoor. It hides her like a small lost city. In it, the wind sounds like money or silk, depending on her dream.
The committee wants to pull it up, dig those fisted roots and all two feet deep of tendrils. Grind it. Poison. Everyone’s got it, everyone’s complaining, shoots shoving up through earth sixty feet away, fence and flagstone pushed aside, the restless body unburying.
It helps her not to see. Rain runs from leaf to leaf to leaf, miraculous endless waterfalls feeding the rivers she knows are living under her feet.
Amy Miller’s writing has appeared in Barrow Street, Gulf Coast, SWWIM, Tupelo Quarterly, Willow Springs, and ZYZZYVA. Her poetry collection The Trouble with New England Girls won the Louis Award from Concrete Wolf Press. She lives in Oregon, where she works for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and is the poetry editor of the NPR listening guide Jefferson Journal. She blogs at writers-island.blogspot.com.
What grew in the wrong direction, what’s blocking the light—I’m trying to be kind here, your missteps, misshapes bloated by last year’s rain. Long handles and a small steel tooth lop off beauty sometimes too—I’m sorry if you thought you were perfect. You were killing yourself.
Wrong ladder, saw too short, I wake the neighbor’s hangover cracking through branches. Crazy-haired tree, wild profusion frozen in the air— I see now that you dreamt the hell out of summer while I slept, my elbows bound in grief. Some warm afternoons—I remember— I woke to the sound of bees singing little farmer songs, working in the sudden acres of your bloom.
Amy Miller’s writing has appeared in Barrow Street, Gulf Coast, SWWIM, Tupelo Quarterly, Willow Springs, and ZYZZYVA. Her poetry collection, The Trouble with New England Girls, won the Louis Award from Concrete Wolf Press. She lives in Oregon, where she works for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and is the poetry editor of the NPR listening guide Jefferson Journal. She blogs at writers-island.blogspot.com.