Jennifer Pilch Poems

 

 

 

Time-Windowing

 

 

Now was 

the matted ear on a blurred ivory dog 

 

 

the polished spoon 

seen not as it reflected, capsizes 

what we reflect on now

 

 

vague glint from the pin of a downed 

butterfly

 

 

In any era we know of

 

 

But the wife of a cartographer 

no one knew, first woman 

to breadth the sea, first women 

to give anything up

 

 

To Hell With Mind!   heard as if from sirens

 

 

She left a bit for you

begging space to map 

 

 

Flares prop figureheads 

thankful for her mercy

 

 

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Jennifer Pilch is a poet and visual artist.  Her poems have appeared in such journals as American Letters and Commentary, Cutbank, Denver Quarterly, Drunken Boat, Fence, The Iowa Review, and New American Writing. Profil Perdu, a chapbook, is forthcoming from Greying Ghost Press.

 

 

 

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