I can’t hunger a normal hunger.
I watch in October the light
which never fills but falls
on the flat black oil spill outside the
Dunkin’ outside a fishing village outside cell service,
or on cell service. A giant net
has me wrapped in underwater weavings,
connected through oceans like a mad dream,
and sometimes all I want is the way dirt smells
after it surrenders to a bulb, human heart-sized
Rachel Abramowitz’s poems and reviews have appeared or are forthcoming in The Threepenny Review, Seneca Review, The Kenyon Review Online, Crazyhorse, Tupelo Quarterly, the North American Review, Oxonian Review, POOL, jubilat, Sprung Formal, Transom, Interrupture, Colorado Review, and others. She is a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and the University of Oxford, and has taught English Literature at Barnard College in New York.