amy silbergeld

Amy Silbergeld – “Stain”

Amy Silbergeld


I can come to miles easy
as away
is easy even occasionally
to wake halfway
through the night to
remember your skin(if I hadn’t lined up with the other prep school girls in the old dance room for
crested blazers and how-many-inches-is-your-waist-round skirts)if I had, and I have come into the same two-way mirrorcome dressing rooms
come churches
come hospitals

I have found myself in
the corners of my eyes as
black and dry some mornings

I have been silt, come
miles here walking

accidentally into backroom charcoal burn to find you

I have come nervously made up with brown and torn stockings on
city lines to find you, me, a mirror, every time


by Amy Silbergeld


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