Rob Spiegel

Reach for Your Nose

You're going to miss it here, how the blue breaks
through gray clouds, how babies reach for
your nose, how they laugh and scare, how

many steps it takes to cross everything that's
gone. At night the blues awake—a saw of
sinking enterprise, a hole of comfort and sleep.

Animals stir in the corners, but you are done
with corners. The rich cool earth beneath your
feet, the girls who suck hickeys on your neck.

You can taste it as it leaves, the hay loft, the
hands that know to touch, everything to touch, the
warm waves when Lake Huron goes summer rough.

Ice cream is the way to locate Earth, sideways
from the moon—a vacuum that takes and takes.

Rob Spiegel is a writer living in New Mexico. His poetry, fiction, and journalism have appeared in publications ranging from Halfway Down the Stairs and Psychotic Meatloaf to Rolling Stone and True Confessions.



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