Suburban Landscape, Summer

Me, young and girlish, flesh not yet mourning.

A brittle twist and up blooms my yearning.


Turn me now, wrench my back, I’ll pop a dream

of candied purring. The neighbor men bear


down on the mowers’ fragile gaskets

And dream of sex while the weight of caskets


Is a memory stain on their shoulders,

Oh, the heaving of their fat dead brothers


Into the yawning rectangles of dirt.

And, yet beyond reason, they still flirt with


thawing, thawing, thawing. And I’m nothing

but a filament for youth’s fine moth-wing.



Julianna Baggott is a poet, fiction writer, and essayist who also publishes under the names Bridget Asher and N. E. Bode. She has published more twenty books to date, including the Pure trilogy, Lizzie Borden in Love, and, most recently, Harriet Wolf’s Seventh Book of Wonder. She lives in Florida, where she teaches at Florida State University.



Issue #61 August 2016
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