Fields
open, bicycles lock. Every girl sees
through
the leaves, lured to the edge: mind open, body locked.
Running
feet, beating heart, blue yonder.
Can't
every girl escape
childhood,
in charge of herself—flora
to be fawned over, a body she unlocks?
If she
missed being the field swayed by one small shoe,
lock
of hair in the backseat, body
hidden under pines—at least not wholly a disruption of clues—
how
does she endure her hidden body
ruptured?
Every
girl is bored looking for summer
when it's disappearing and every girl disappearing whispers in our ears
I do not beguile.
© 2005 Amy Holman
is the author of Wait For Me, I'm Gone, which won the 2004 Annual Dream Horse Press National Chapbook Competition, and A Writer's Guide to MFA Programs, Artist Colonies and Grants, forthcoming from Perigee in 2006. Her poetry and prose have been in Verse Daily, The Cortland Review, Xconnect, Night Train, Shade, AWP JOBLetter, Poets & Writers Magazine, Archaeology Magazine Online, and the anthologies, Making the Perfect Pitch, The Practical Writer, and The Best American Poetry 1999. She guest teaches at The New School, Hudson Valley Writers Center and Bread Loaf Writers Conference.
