By Cassie Lewis
’Cause it’s alright, alright to see a ghost.
— The National
Rock quartz next to a fence with upturned faces.
On the hill, on the other side
a storm, or plausibly, you.
Time keeps its footsteps regular until it is clapped upwards:
a falcon glides into view.
Dissolving into the pool in a splash of white,
I saw you. In summer,
the town goes to the drive-in.
The edges of the coin keep moving
as I stare at images through goggles, they
Rooms go to pieces, sometimes, quietly. Curtains
are no longer red, now they’re dusty. The cat
moves. The room turns ocher
and shifts, as wind blows through.
O Brecht’s sky of streaming blue. It’s been days since I opened the book
my face is watching. Cupboards slam in another part
of the flat. The room reassembles,
but it’s different now —
The epigraph of this poem was originally omitted in the changeover to the new website. Because of this, reciting the epigraph is optional for the 2019-2020 Poetry Out Loud season.
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We gathered in a field southwest of town,
several hundred hauling coolers
and folding chairs along a gravel road
dry in August, two ruts of soft dust
that soaked into our clothes
and rose in plumes behind us.
By noon we could discern their massive coils
How to Triumph Like a Girl
I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
But mainly, let’s be honest,...