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Chloe Honum

Hours

I stood gazing at the hills―
water, smoke, clouds―
going over how I’d failed      
to make him love me.

I did this for hours.
Then, touching the soft,
ear-like folds of mushrooms,
switched to how alone I am,

how lovely. Night fell.
Stars woke above the trees.
All the way back home
I strolled, until, on the porch,

a large moth collided
with my throat, and shuddered
there, as if attached to me,    
trapped in a wheel of air. 




Chloe Honum’s poems have appeared in The Paris Review, Poetry, The Southern Review, and elsewhere. She is the recipient of a 2009 Ruth Lilly Fellowship from the Poetry Foundation and winner of The Missouri Review’s 2012 Audio Contest in poetry. 
Visit her online at www.chloehonum.com




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