Tara Skurtu

October 23, 2020 Skurtu Tara

You needed one
but you didn’t
know the word,
and saying it to you
wasn’t enough—I
needed to show you
why it was what it was
named. I went around
the gutted unfamiliar
house I had planted
us in together alone,
searching for something
sturdy enough to hold
my weight. But the pipes
were too hot, the beams
too high, ledges too thin.
You followed me around,
not knowing what I was
trying to do, no need
to understand why
a hanger was a hanger—
as soon as I’d given one
to you, you had nothing
to hang on it after all.
Us, alone together
in someone else’s house
I’d created in my mind,
you followed me down-
stairs to the room with
one low-hung beam.

Tara Skurtu is the author of The Amoeba Game and the upcoming poetry collection Faith Farm. A two-time Fulbright grantee and recipient of a Robert Pinsky Global Fellowship and two Academy of American Poets prizes, she is the founder of International Poetry Circle, a national steering committee member of Writers for Democratic Action, and works as a writing coach. Tara’s recent poems appear in SalmagundiThe CommonThe Baffler, and Poetry Wales.