Nancy Devine




REINS

 

Some nights

I, a little beetle,

got where my grandfather used to sleep

to listen to my grandmother tell stories.

This old woman nightly

unwrapped her corset as if she were unfolding

a strait jacket

her heavy arms loose as

new sheets hung up in bad winds.

She hoisted me up with her into a carriage in Iowa

where a horse

rattled by the sound of his own breathing

or clouds

or a memory of a devil

went running wild

as if

to spread fire.




Nancy Devine teaches high school English in Grand Forks, North Dakota where she lives. She co-directs the Red River Valley Writing Project, a local site of the National Writing Project. Her poetry, short fiction and essays have appeared in online and print journals.








                                    

 

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