Amber Rambharose
Salt Peter
You said you don’t mind fireworks because they make you feel
something deep inside your chest. This while I was pressed
against your skin, pale columns of your arms. After the storm,
I couldn’t watch them anymore. The brighting out of stars
too close to the stretch of your leaving shadow. I do not trust
their dizzied expiration, sulfur shine, the fact I never once could
fade inside you.
Amber Rambharose runs Forthcoming Poets and is an Assistant Editor at YesYes Books. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Arcadia Magazine, Muzzle Magazine, plain china: the best undergraduate writing of 2013, and Whiskey Island, among others. She has received an Academy of American Poets honorable mention for poems from her manuscript “Field Dressed Girls,” fellowships to the Colgate Writers’ Conference and the Juniper Summer Writing Institute, and nominations for Best New Poets 2013 and the AWP Intro to Journals Award in poetry.
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You said you don’t mind fireworks because they make you feel
something deep inside your chest. This while I was pressed
against your skin, pale columns of your arms. After the storm,
I couldn’t watch them anymore. The brighting out of stars
too close to the stretch of your leaving shadow. I do not trust
their dizzied expiration, sulfur shine, the fact I never once could
fade inside you.
Amber Rambharose runs Forthcoming Poets and is an Assistant Editor at YesYes Books. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Arcadia Magazine, Muzzle Magazine, plain china: the best undergraduate writing of 2013, and Whiskey Island, among others. She has received an Academy of American Poets honorable mention for poems from her manuscript “Field Dressed Girls,” fellowships to the Colgate Writers’ Conference and the Juniper Summer Writing Institute, and nominations for Best New Poets 2013 and the AWP Intro to Journals Award in poetry.
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