Two Poems

Lauren Hilger

Rainbow Cattle Co. 51 by Evie Lovett

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Wanted As Handled

I as Leda loved you,

we had read the myth,

with indecorum. With art,

nonaccord

censorial authentic fat

lawbreaker masterhood

untested pawn toughish unity

seemly heroicity merry smack

attacked, attached. Leda—

the stealth and unwashed date.

The feeling of picking up

Leda by your beak, that kind of weight,

imagined, deliriously changed,

is not unlike copying a large amount

of your words and having to remember

to paste them somewhere.

 

Hard Hat

Tolstoy is in the cold of Madison Avenue, Christmas lit.
Still a scent of horses, men in ties, a marble intensity.

Pigeons come too close,
scatter wind off the wing
and lovelessness.

I need to go a day without eating
something with Santa’s face on the wrapper.

Five pallbearers dump water
from lily bouquets on to the curb’s snow.
My suitcase rolls past the hearse and their laughter.

That otherworldly fear, in the way Nietzsche
means otherworldly, simply not being here.

This block’s under construction,
under hoarfrost and a ledge
that protects with a shadow.

Underground, a woman taps me and says, “Let’s go.”
I don’t know her or her fur turban.
She moves my suitcase to the turnstile
and pays for my way in.

She thinks I’m a visitor.
She can see the motherless aura I possess.
Neither is true. Yes they are.

 

Art by Evie Lovett

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Lauren Hilger received a BA from New York University and an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College. She is the author of LADY BE GOOD (CCM.) Named a Nadya Aisenberg Fellow in poetry from the MacDowell Colony, she has also received fellowships from the Hambidge Center and the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in BOMBHarvard Review, Kenyon Review, Pleiades, The Threepenny Review, and West Branch.

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Miciah Bay Gault is the editor of Hunger Mountain at Vermont College of Fine Arts. She's also a writer, and her fiction and essays have appeared in Tin House, The Sun Magazine, The Southern Review, and other fine journals. She lives in Montpelier, Vermont with her husband and children.