Failure

 

We make noises when we fail

 

Imagine dislodged bullets

Guttural chant

 

(Failure fists)

We failed together

 

Trains stall inside our sound

The whistle misses its steam

 

The eye-sick bull

Loses his red, olé!

 

At first, we held

Those furry stars and laughed:

A snorting kind of song

 

How the earth

Spun dizzy in our losing

 

Every hour

Suffered the faint passing

Of yes:

 

A little egg in a yellow nest

Called sun

 

How it all slipped

And we yelped

 

How we all held on

Cooing odd, original scales

Pianos, pears, peeling

 

Struck the surgeons

With suspicion

 

Even the stone skips

An extra beat these days

 

The ripple of waves:

Our only winning.

 

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Amanda Leigh Lichtenstein writes poetry and creative nonfiction. Her poems appear in Contrary, La Petite Zine, In Posse Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Another Chicago Magazine, among others. Essays on teaching poetry to children appear in Teaching Artist Journal and Teachers and Writers Magazine. She is a recent graduate of the Harvard School of Education and recipient of the 2006 Vermont Studio Centers poetry fellowship. She currently lives in Chicago, IL.

 

 

 

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