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By Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Like the horn you played in Catholic school

the city will open its mouth and cry


out. Don’t worry ’bout nothing. Don’t mean

no thing. It will leave you stunned


as a fighter with his eyes swelled shut

who’s told he won the whole damn purse.


It will feel better than any floor

that’s risen up to meet you. It will rise


like Easter bread, golden and familiar

in your grandmother’s hands. She’ll come back,


heaven having been too far from home

to hold her. O it will be beautiful.


Every girl will ask you to dance and the boys

won’t kill you for it. Shake your head.


Dance until your bones clatter. What a prize

you are. What a lucky sack of stars.


Gabrielle Calvocoressi, "At Last the New Arriving" from Apocalyptic Swing. Copyright © 2009 by Gabrielle Calvocoressi. Reprinted by permission of Persea Books.

Source: Please Excuse This Poem: 100 New Poets for the Next Generation (Viking Press, 2015)

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Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Gabrielle Calvocoressi is the author of Apocalyptic Swing (2009) and The Last Time I Saw Amelia Earhart (2005), both from Persea Books. She is the senior poetry editor at Los Angeles Review of Books and teaches at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. See More By This Poet

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