I. The Top
In the year 2008, scientists say devastation is on the horizon.
That there is no stopping it.
That we’ve begun the downward slide.
II. Staring at the Sea
And look, an elaborate castle made entirely of sand.
III. Boys Don’t Cry
In the stories the storyteller tells,
loss
after loss
is wrapped in music
and gold light.
IV. Japanese Whispers
Her smile when she returns
from her father’s house
is a Japanese screen–
its elegant asymmetry carefully designed
to distract the viewer
from any interest in what lies
behind it.
V. Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me
Once there was a hummingbird
who flew into my house
and then couldn’t find his way out again.
Trapped by the glass, he flew
over and over into the window,
the unsteady whir of his wings like a car
revving to free itself from snow.
I caught him behind the curtain
when he was vulnerable and imprecise,
and folded him into cloth.
His tiny body shuddered against my palm.
Outside, I peered in at his luminous wings. I wanted him
to trust me, to stay there in my hand.
He blinked twice,
and in a blur, he was gone.
VI. Wish
All of her finger paintings
washed away by rain.
VII. Freakshow
In the car from the back seat the little boy asks, Who stays in that jail? The people who made bad choices, I say. Like what? he asks. Like driving drunk or fistfighting, I say, But don’t worry, Lovey, the really bad guys go to prison. What’s prison? he asks. Oh, I tell him, it’s far away, and there are police guarding it all the time. The whole place is surrounded with huge walls and barbed wire. There’s no way they can get out of there. And then I can hear that he’s crying. What is it? I say. And his voice is very small, But, do they ever get to go outside? Do they ever get to see their moms? And what if they’re really sorry?
VIII. The Only One
“…is tangled in wishes,
And so many things that just never turned out right.”
IX. Faith
If I plant them, my father tells me,
the seeds he collected from his hollyhocks
will grow into plants which
will bloom in two years time.
X. Happily Ever After
In the papers, there are pictures of the melting–
the ice caps breaking apart–
and it’s clear: we must learn
how to walk here.
XI. In Between Days
Tonight, the fireflies write on the air in a language we can’t understand.
And in the mailbox, a letter written in his hand.
XII. Galore
Yes…galore.
- Heather Swan
Note: In 2007, Kevin Brockmeier wrote an article called “Tangled in Wishes” about Iris DeMent which appeared in The Oxford American, Issue #58. The lines from Section VIII were taken from DeMent’s song “My Life” after which the article was titled.
Heather Swan received an MFA from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where she is now pursuing a PhD in Literary Studies. She has been the recipient of The Wisconsin Center for the Book Bookmark Award, the August Derleth Award, a Martha Meier Renk Fellowship at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship Finalist Award. Her poems have appeared in The Cream City Review, Iris, Mothering Magazine, Forward, Wisconsin People and Ideas, The Wisconsin Poets Calendar and The Comstock Review, among others. Her chapbook, The Edge of Damage, is forthcoming from Parallel Press.


