I have a phantom who exists only at noon.
She sighs out all the milk
she foregoes the rest of the hours
in an everlasting blue vein
letting me down.
In her omniscient aloneness
her instincts are quartz and full of time
She does not need me to speak
or love or die.
What some call shy
I see as her unconditional wish to leave
on the most beautiful hour
to answer to no mother no word.
Elizabeth Metzger’s first collection, The Spirit Papers
, won the 2016 Juniper Prize and will be published by University of Massachusetts Press in Winter 2017. Her chapbook The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death
is forthcoming from Horsethief Books. Her poetry has recently appeared in The New Yorker
, Best New Poets 2015
, The Iowa Review
, and elsewhere. She is the Poetry Editor of the Los Angeles Review of Books Quarterly Journal.
more by Elizabeth Metzger:
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