For I am not without

a perceivable amount

of guilt and grief

with which I address,

from my far away place,

you, my friend, as set

to the sound of a television

delivering some news

across a winter sea.

 

Set to the tune

of repetitive piano music

you are beautiful,

and I might have told you so

years ago

in the glory of the health food store

where the large healthy women

smell warm.

 

There alone now,

anytime without you,

I defy your request

to never find myself

eating alone.

 

Now anyone passing

sees me bent

under the nothing

of some day,

whereas if you were here,

they would see me

leaning in to better hear you.

 

Today’s letter

must stick to essentials:

The weather today

is beauty

draped over shrubbery.

My human body

feels caught up in wind.

I flail about,

praising it, rather servile,

you might say begging.

 

 

 

 

gambleHannah Gamble is sending out her second book of poems. Her work has appeared in or is forthcoming from American Poetry Review, The Believer, Poetry, Court Green, and Rattle. She lives in Chicago, where she is an artist ­in ­residence at the Museum of Science and Industry.

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