When I feel so sad
I want to be an elderly
woman churning butter
I stir cheese dip
and pretend I’m standing
next to a barn. I call out
to the horses. When one
rolls her eyes at me
I bring up her failed career
as a race horse. She settles
down, but I won’t let it go.
What was your name
in your racing days? Blaze?
More like Meander.
She reminds me I’m standing
next to a microwave
talking to myself.
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- Meg Johnson is the author of the books Inappropriate Sleepover (The National Poetry Review Press, 2014), The Crimes of Clara Turlington (Vine Leaves Press, 2015), and Without: Body, Name, Country (Vine Leaves Press, 2020). Without: Body, Name, Country was nominated for the Goodreads Choice Awards, The Crimes of Clara Turlington won the Vignette Collection Award, and Inappropriate Sleepover was the runner-up for the Rousseau Prize for Literature. Her writing has appeared in BUST Magazine, Chiron Review, MAYDAY Magazine, Ms. Magazine, Nashville Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Sugar House Review, Verse Daily, and many other publications. Her website is: megjohnson.org
