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Carrie Etter




AFTERSHOCK
 
 
The dog’s girl took the tremble between her teeth like a blade of grass and whistled, a whistle not song but call that shook every body it brushed or that was yet another aftershock and the two traveled together, the bind and the rupture, every dog’s ears pricked, skin pulled taut as over a drum, each shudder a slap, a beat, twelve senses awake in the first hours after the quake, all miserably alert.




BOSTON TO PROVIDENCE


Two trains for the same city      arrive from opposite directions—we
board in unease, in chill     incipient spring     shade--     my own
incipience recurring in its untimely, ungraphable     past the budding
trees, at the end of and along each branch and twig a small green--
past the flowering     dogwoods and cherries     milk and pink aloft
and scattered beneath     rumbling, whistling forward     toward city and
other selves known or emerging or      even as the trees     begin to blur




BOOKSTORE READING


We were between     the stacks or thinned love and     the kiss and its
flicker of tongue     the collective heat of our separate travels     Mexico,
Prague, Illinois     nearly palpable     one brush with the fingertips
books teeming on the shelves, so many swerves of language, so much
I gulped red wine     I grew a little taller     filigree and filament
the fine work of     followed your departure     innumerable words we
darkening tongue     and stopped     just before the door


 


Copyright © Carrie Etter 2015

poet Carrie Etter
Carrie Etter's latest collection, Imagined Sons (Seren 2014), was shortlisted for the Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry. She has been blogging since 2005 at carrieetter.blogspot.com.
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