Lily's ACTUAL poem pick
[from Claudia Rankin's Citizen ] I can hear the even breathing that creates passages to dreams. And yes, I want to interrupt to tell him her us you me I don't know how to end what doesn't have an ending. Tell me a story, he says, wrapping his arms around me. Yesterday, I began, I was waiting in the car for time to pass. A woman pulled in and started to park her car facing mine. Our eyes met and what passed passed as quickly as the look away. She backed up and parked on the other side of the lot. I could have followed her to worry my question but I had to go, I was expected on court, I grabbed my racket. The sunrise is slow and cloudy, dragging the light in, but barely. Did you win? he asks. It wasn't a match, I say. It was a lesson.
