MARCH/APRIL 2007
At the Curved Bridge
Strange plastic act,
strange heart, my obscenities
trail after, snag my sleeves.
The clipped response,
the pointless good mornings. Good
to know the distinction, that
moldy house, that yard
full of rust and trash,
that front door, always, a small
light outside dim and lasting.
I keep my distance.
Discrepancy, you are a bird circling
the room, each day, each day.
-Carrie Bennett
About the Author
Carrie Bennett's first book of poetry, Biography of Water, won the 2004 Washington Prize. She teaches at Boston University.
