All in by Millie Tullis

by Millie Tullis


Once you said I was cold
enough to freeze the cock

off of Satan. I’ve imagined
my body the way you saw it

in that moment— marble
tough. Exhaling a mean

winter wind. The devil
is a man broken

down to a hunk of ice. Thick
and dead in my hand. I like

to think I was happiest
in a real house. Argentina

lasted long enough for chickens
eggs milk the goat—a little stove.

Here you’ll call me
liar. I did like

the running when we were
running. My small heart

a pot crying to boil over.
And for a while I liked what came

after the running. That wet
loosening of bodies. But

didn’t I love Cholila?
Wasn’t I happy that time?

You were the one who wanted
surprise. The surprise of your skin

in my sleep. I woke my dress yanked
to my belly. You already

half inside wanting
the breath half out of me

and still the shock of your weight
in my dreams. Do you remember

winning the puppy at
the St. Louis World’s Fair?

Of course we couldn’t
take him on the boat

—the thing started to shit
and cry on day two—

but I remember your face
moving towards me. Darling

half throttled quiet
behind your back. Your

massive hands
like red dirt.

Something about
the way you loved

me. My pretty talent
for silently taking

in your
gifts.


*This poem was a semi-finalist in the SWWIM For-the-Fun-of-It Contest.

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Millie Tullis is an MFA poetry candidate at George Mason University. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Sugar House Review, Rock & Sling, Cimarron Review, Ninth Letter, Juked, and elsewhere. She serves as the Assistant Editor for Best of the Net and Poetry Editor and Social Media Manager for Phoebe. She also reads for Poetry Daily. You can find her on twitter @millie_tullis.