Sunday DinnerThe metal clink of her name
against mine fills the small space
and I think I could live in this quiet
forever.
poetry
juliawatson
Julia Watson earned her MFA from North Carolina State University. A Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominee, she lives in Asheville with her three dogs and one fiancé.
Asheville , NC, United States
Selected work (21 publication)
The Playlist Reaches "At the Bottom of Everything" Take me back to the car, lift me onto the hood. Listen to paint creak.
The deer are done watching. They are crepuscular,
catatonic at this hour.
poetry
EuryaleShe was dead before she died, how a serpent writhes
without its skull.
poetry
Sounding Him Out 1966— my father sets a field on fire with his friend
or his friend's friend; with matches or a gun or cheap fireworks
sparking a thin corrosion, a sputtering
spine in the sky.
poetry
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