by Maggie Blake Bailey
More. Everything bright and needed.
I’ve been looking at rings, stacked
with emeralds and diamonds and flecks
of opal. I have rings already.
And bread dragged in oil,
coffee turned pale with cream
and sugar, my forearms turned
up as I drive so I can watch my veins
in the early morning light when my daughter
says, it dark out? it not dark out yet?
Maggie Blake Bailey has poems published or forthcoming in Tar River, Ruminate, San Pedro River Review and elsewhere. Her chapbook, Bury the Lede, is available from Finishing Line Press and her full-length debut, Visitation, will be available from Tinderbox Editions in spring 2019. For more work, please visit http://www.maggieblakebailey.com and follow @maggiebbpoet on Twitter.
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