A private repulsion
as a stranger shivers in the cold.
Watching this shiver is so intimate
I have to look away
like finding a single frozen shoe
in a field.
Bleating because I’ve lost you
somewhere in the fog.
You are hard to see crushing something
like a child to your chest.
ANSLEY CLARK is native of the Pacific Northwest. She is currently an MFA candidate at the University of Colorado Boulder where she also teaches creative writing. Her poems and reviews have appeared in Smoking Glue Gun, Spork, The Volta, and The Legendary. She has work forthcoming in Denver Quarterly and Mead.
Read more by Ansley Clark:
Poem at Spork
Two poems at Smoking Glue Gun