red booth
review
issue 4teen
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Phone
Call, 3 a.m.
He tells me that the rain
is lazy there, uneasy, unable
to make up its mind between
drizzle and downpour.
The ceiling fan stirs the humidity,
breaks the moonlight
on his walls. The shadows
are flat, enormous—
flutter of tissue, outline
of lampshade, black streak
of bedposts. He spreads
out his fingers, says that
if love was a reservoir,
we would collect nothing.
I hear the thunder and car alarms,
the quick burst
of static on the line, then silence.
Tonight, I sleep with the window open,
let the darkness fall into the gaps.
- Amanda Auchter
Amanda Auchter is
the editor of Pebble Lake
Review. Her writing has
appeared in Antietam Review, Blue Unicorn, Mad Poets Review, Poetry Midwest,
Valparaiso Poetry Review, and others. She is the
recipient of the 2004 Howard
Moss Poetry Prize. |
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