by Connemara Wadsworth

Standing naked in the doorway,

Listen to this, he says, leans in

toward the page, reads as if

the passage were his own

I turn in my bathing, take in

this light pouring from him

perhaps they were something

sought now found

and how he brings them

to me as he gives me sentence

after sentence, he might have

been pointing to constellations

close enough to touch, that close,

and he wanted each to touch me

as the stars had opened him.

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Connemara Wadsworth's chapbook, The Possibility of Scorpions, about the years her family lived in Iraq in the early 50’s, won the White Eagle Coffee Store Press 2009 Chapbook Contest. Her poems are forthcoming or appeared in Prairie Schooner, Solstice, San Pedro River Review, Smoky Blue Literary & Arts Magazine, and Valparaiso Poetry Review. “The Women” was nominated for publication in Pushcart Prize Best of the Small Presses by Bloodroot Magazine. Connemara and her husband live in Newton, Massachusetts.