Maya Fischer’s recent poetry is compelling, if I do say so myself. And I do. Enjoy!
Cold and awake, alone in an empty house
searching, digging, hoping
not finding food or souls to help.
The lights flicker and dim to the feel
of the creaks in the walls and floorboards
down to the tips of our fingers and toes.
Smiling in the dark of this house
alone but thinking of you and our last encounter
in the woods near your car
outlined in headlights.
Leaves crackled as we moved closer to whisper
nothing and everything together and apart.
I think of our exchange now, in the flickering lights
and remember the exaggeration of your jaw line
as you said to me softly,
“Create nothing that you wouldn’t willingly destroy