Stevie Edwards: Against Ghosts
Come put your dusky coos to rest
in this orchard where the last apples cling
despite, no—to spite, the siren cold wind.
I call the dogs back, gone too far out
into the liminal: Wood lines
disappearing into lowering dark: Oh,
my Ithaca. These two rescues, the pit bull
chasing after the foxhound, bark
for the empty. I am trying fierce this year
to leave my dead alone. Dear ________,
you spit their eyes back animate or quit with it.
You hear me. I need
how this space has no echo.
STEVIE EDWARDS is an MFA poetry candidate at Cornell University, where she teaches literature and writing to undergraduate students. Her first book of poems, Good Grief, was released in 2012 by Write Bloody Publishing. Her work is published or forthcoming in Verse Daily,Rattle, Indiana Review, Southern Indiana Review, PANK, and Aim for the Head: An Anthology of Zombie Poetry. She is the Editor-in-Chief/Founder of Muzzle Magazine and an assistant editor of EPOCH.
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