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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Rachel Peach Leonard is barefoot often. You can find her poetry in The Indianapolis Review, Memoir Mixtapes, Occulum, 8 Poems, The Rising Phoenix Review, Crepe & Penn, and truck stop bathroom walls in rural Indiana.
Also by Rachel Peach Leonard:
The Sunfish of Silverlake
Dreams (Flightless Birds And Other Endangered Species)
I Wanted to Title This Surivor's Guilt
You Being Beige on a Mountain in Greece
Your hands tinker at the lens of a Canon
like a sapper disabling a bomb. I am sweating
in the Grecian heat, waiting
for you to shoot. You click
your tongue and clear your throat. I smile
with teeth like a dog in the corner.
The light’s not right you say,
then sigh. In your eyes the sun
shines wrong. The camera snaps, my smile
slumps. The pockets of your khaki shorts gape,
hungry. I want to fill them with something heavier
than Parthenon memento magnets
or keychains shaped like gyros —
something you can’t buy with euros.
In the subway, locals spot you,
marked red despite the Coppertone.
Safari hat strapped on, you say, I am aiming
to blend. But the Athens sky tastes sea-salt blue,
burnt sienna brick paves every avenue,
and you and I are beige.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
All contents © the author.
All contents © the author.
