Let Me Handle It
by Ruth Bavetta

It takes me no time at all
to make the shadow
spread like a carpet. I am
the advancing sea,
the embers left by fire.
I am the queen of grieve,
the duchess of I should have.
I can close my arms around you
and sway all the way back
to what could have been
the beginning. I can
make you believe.


Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 23, Issue 4.

Ruth Bavetta’s poems have appeared in Rattle, Nimrod, Tar River Poetry, North American Review, Slant and many other journals and anthologies. Her books are Fugitive Pigments and Flour Water Salt (FutureCycle) Embers on the Stairs (Moontide) (and No Longer at This Address (Aldrich.) She has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. She likes the light on November afternoons, the music of Stravinsky, the smell of the ocean. She hates pretense, fundamentalism and sauerkraut.

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