AIR POEM
Loft Mountain after a day of midges
and sweat. I sleep long enough to start over.
Night wind lifts the tent’s fabric like a tongue
plays on a tongue, has waited for us
to want something more than rest.
The air has the calcium sweetness
of well-water. It’s bone-building air.
I have a collarbone to cool, blushed-apple
shoulders to round. All these years, we
should have comforted each other.
ABOUT THE POET
Mirande Bissell
is a teacher in Baltimore, MD. Her first book of poems
Stalin at the Opera
was selected by Diane Seuss as the winner of the 2020
Ghost Peach Press prize.
ABOUT SUGAR HOUSE REVIEW
We loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), and we want an
opportunity to better hear our contributors. We're featuring audio recordings of
poems from our pages, read by the poet. This an open invitation to all contributors
from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to
hear it.
No comments:
Post a Comment