No Wonder

posted Feb 3, 2015

Spring's for suicides-all those things blossoming: crocuses,
hatched birds, young lovers. Winter

matched your mood at least: bleak, brackish,
dirt-swirl dregs under ice in the cistern.

Now everything is sunlight, warm, an ambergris
evening where the girls are young as you no longer

and walk with tall men in Noah's Ark pairs holding hands.
Look at their breezy little dresses, floral prints.

Look at their long and flowing hair. Your old dog
yipes and groans on the cushion by the rib-caged radiator

flecking steam and chips of silver paint. Your skin is
a dry wooden floor. Ravens are a gif flapping into the distance

up the left side of your open browser window. Remember
when an open window meant only air?

Kate Angus is a founding editor of Augury Books and the Creative Writing Advisor for The Mayapple Center for Arts and Humanities. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Indiana Review, Subtropics, Court Green, Verse Daily, Quarterly West, Best New Poets 2010 and Best New Poets 2014. She is the recipient of an A Room of Her Own Foundation "Orlando" prize, the Southeastern Review's Narrative Nonfiction prize and a Wildfjords artists residency in Westfjords, Iceland.

Angus’s poem “A Ghost Heart Is A Real Thing” also appears in this issue.