New Books of Poetry: Sarah Bartlett – Sometimes We Walk With Our Nails Out

Sarah Bartlett lives in Portland, OR. Her debut poetry collection, Sometimes We Walk With Our Nails Out, was released in 2016 from Subito Press. She is the author of two chapbooks, My Only Living Relative, published by Phantom Books in 2015, and Freud Blah Blah Blah, published by Rye House Press in 2014. Recent work appears or is forthcoming in Alice Blue, Powder Keg, and elsewhere. TO PURCHASE

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Being From Here

Are we really afraid

of the dog buried

under the shed

reaching out its bones

for a touch

Being alone isn’t a final gesture

What I really want

is the resurrection of everyone

I ever loved

I will put them in a room

and never go inside

Death the eternal flapping veil

what we’ve been given

instead of wings

Names don’t matter

it’s a palpable thing

running between trees

memorizing the way we scream

The beautiful crux of it

unwraps light in the morning

and scatters the scraps

Eyes are explosives

their coned miracles so finite

you can feel them dimming

in front of the mirror

I am a reflection of you

being a reflection of her

being a reflection of her father

being a reflection of you

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