At Dusk

  Out on a walk, I saw two girls screaming through a two-seater swing, two fans of blonde hair. There was a hill in the way, shoulder-high, and they were nameless, without bodies, the way birds might appear when lying in their nest. I left them against a...

In Utero

  You are becoming too much for me. I find it difficult to read poetry, to read anything. I roll onto my side, the book turning with me, and I feel your body drop onto the bed, weighing me there, small anchor. My lungs have learned a new method of breathing....

The Reveal

  You of average size but I was so small, so small they opened my middle like a mouth the incision is clean, straight, but it was in that moment, jagged— layers of skin cut, the muscles intact and spread open like wire you were inside, waiting; you had been...

Our First Night Home

                                         —after Ralph Angel   You wake me in the middle of the night, and you are hungry. You are ravenous. The moon is...

Betsy Andrews to Read at IUSB This Wednesday!!

  Mark your calendars! Betsy Andrews will be reading this Wednesday—October 1, 2014—at Indiana University South Bend, hosted by 42 Miles Press and the English Department.                     Betsy’s...