Poems & Essays

23 Jan


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“And just in case you feel you want to hold her/ You’ll have a pocketful of starlight” Paul Vance and Lee Pockriss

Beneath the same stars
That you used to point to
and name for her- Cassiopeia, Cepheus, and Polaris if you ever are lost at sea

She would gaze —
waiting to explode
like a meteor blazing across the sloe sky.

*      *       *

You watch her stumble up
the drive —
Her uneven gait ticking
broken time.

And you know her breath
will be steeped in his honey-drunk lies,
Reeking of shitty light beer and stale smoke—
Rebellion will linger
linger on her skin like
Friday night’s bonfire,
The embers send aimless satellites,
She loses gravity
Is pulled into his —

The sky is dark.

From your window,
You watch for her course
and you pray you pray
If she returns to the Earth’s atmosphere
She won’t be consumed by her own fire
Leaving only ashes and ions
You pray she will catch herself
When she falls.


Erin Holtz is a poet, a Creative Writing teacher, and above all, a mother. She has been published in “Lament for the Dead.”

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