John Wayne is watching / from his lacquered saw blade on the wall
Look at what happens / when you want to feed your family.
Madness / was madness, that’s all.
Poems by the 2018 Joan Swift Prize Winner and Finalists
What happens if I breathe / in from here?
In the middle / of nowhere, it is just them / & how much they speak
my voice / swaddled me in what I’ve learned to call / refrain
So many creatures slide from / our gaze, little flames of meeting.