Emily MacWilliams

[—humming, the vespiary]

—humming, the vespiary
gave me away—across the grass
into the parlor where wine-

drenched, the soppet gave me away

—where eventually I left—walked
out the gate to the marina,

by the slips—each boat or vacancy,
small waves—how I regarded the water—
proximity without entry—drift-

wood—sulfur—cistern drip—
ruptive germ—foliate—rotting

oranges—the crop frost-pricked—how as I

walked—I felt compelled to sit
under a palm and passed by it.

Emily MacWilliams is a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, where she was a Truman Capote Fellow and a Teaching-Writing Fellow. She lives in Iowa City.
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