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Poem of the Month

August’s Poem of the Month comes from Sara Berkeley Tolchin’s latest collection What Just Happened



I dreamed
I married him again
so he wouldn’t have to die alone.

Talked to his mother.
She thought he planned it.
He didn’t leave a note.

In the end, I hope,
peace: nothingness,
though even nothingness could be too much.

Quiet, then. Snow, maybe.
Desert silence.
Tracks in the snow

showing him that,
even if the bluebellies were long gone
and life were not

a three-ring circus,
a five-alarm fire,
some days worth only

a drive off the road
into the blinding white,
he was not alone.

by Sara Berkeley Tolchin
from What Just Happened (2015)