by Amy Bilodeau

winter house
 

stoneycrest road as home-sky & noon

no bluing the black-gray roof

as much across-street as world

for body as never-go

bluen bluen bluen

taste this

o woman-name machine

i could tell you

other sounds

like wake-the-dust or spin

device to wetten air

blades to cut the wet

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Amy Bilodeau’s work appears in RHINO, Two Hawks Quarterly, Connotation Press, and elsewhere. Her full-length manuscript was a finalist for the Four Way Books Levis Prize in Poetry. She lives in Indianapolis, Indiana.