Say darkness. Not revelation—
I am not the end of the world.
I am the world.
Under your world. Where you fry
potatoes for your granddaughter’s lunch, press
a cheese sandwich into a pan. Tell her
how I shatter the elks’ lungs, how birdsong
bakes on my breath….
Because the night is wet and shining, green frogs pluck their little banjos and the road crew pouring sky black asphalt under floodlights backs up interminably, orange and wet and dark and steaming. There’s an old dog dying in the corner of my bedroom and a family of slugs crawling their gleaming nightly pilgrimage down … Continue reading My Wedding Dress of Red and Gold,
by Amy Newday
Amy Newday’s poems have appeared in journals such as Poetry East, Rhino, Notre Dame Review, Calyx, and Flyway: Journal of Writing and Environment. She directs the Writing Center at Kalamazoo College and co-owns Harvest of Joy Farm LLC, a community-supported vegetable farm located near Shelbyville, Michigan.