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Salt Creek, Missouri

BY ANNE BARNGROVER
 

Sometimes a ghost is not a ghost
but a woman who hates me a thousand

miles eastward. There is nothing 
I can do here but palm the weight 

of hailstones, wear the green rain 
as a veil. Two hens named for country 

stars attack a hen named for a queen. 
There is no one I can ever be 

to her than the brat her husband loved 
first. Trees wring bare hands: winter. 

Dog-tooth violets flirt with soft earth: 
nearly. I once had a plan to forget him. 

How futile our backstory, how  
precious her grudge. Today, I drive out 

to the field with five white horses 
just to make sure they’re all still there.

 

 

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Anne Barngrover is author of Yell Hound Blues (Shipwreckt Books, 2013) and co-author with Avni Vyas of the chapbook Candy in Our Brains (CutBank, 2014). Her poems have appeared in Mid-American Review, Gulf Coast, Indiana Review, Ninth Letter, and others. She earned her M.F.A at Florida State University and is currently a Ph.D. student in Poetry at University of Missouri.

More by Anne Barngrover:
"The month after the cruelest month," Poetry, Issue Eleven.