So we shoveled it. Climbed over it.
We kissed him at the countdown.
Then I woke and on the screen
Both on and off the screen,
I went out and stuck my hand in it,
So I picked myself up and walked to the
to you I am alone? Guesses may enter.
In coats or
The wind was a friend. Dining
I listened to the flow.
but leaving. Home, sure, fine,
Where's the light? Anyway,
Anyway, if you're at home here,
I said, I'm sorry to have bored you.
I rowed. (For a guest will often
A border flew open like a cough.
I never paused, I never looked up.
I leaned back to balance
to green and red
My boat rocked, steady
It seemed I was as I gripped and privately
The night soon lost its head. I said,
parking, as it were,
The wind shook the seedpod
And though I thought I'd done
there was still so much to step through,
Julie Carr is a doctoral student at University of California, Berkeley. Her poems have recently appeared in Epoch, TriQuarterly, and Seneca Review.