Brink by Anne Marie Rooney

We traintrack

We thunder to the dreaming men and I’m in the pool, loving

          a man’s neck

We man’s neck and street,

          meal a bloodless scuffle in hard light

What happens at night

Fear and the amok animal

Language in the kitchen with a scar

Lips we appled in Were There


Not Married, Yet, to Honesty

To a rounded, blued-in room

Entree to woman’s house

This never happened, we sisters, we brinked

          against red cars

Leave, she said

          and I left my photo in her mouth
Anne Marie Rooney is the author of Spitshine (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2012) and No Beautiful (Carnegie Mellon University Press, forthcoming 2018), as well as chapbooks from Birds of Lace and The Cupboard. Her poetry has been twice featured in the Best American Poetry anthology, and has been the recipient of the Iowa Review Award, the Gulf Coast Poetry Prize, and others. Born and raised in New York City, she currently lives in Baltimore, where she is studying Expressive Arts Therapy.