Sarah Chavez
The poem I wouldn’t write for you
After Larry Levis
is listening to Nick Cave while waiting
at the bus stop. It breaks into my apartment
like rain through the screen door. It crawls over
my skin, up beneath my shirt. It leaves black
hairs on my pillow, puts its muddy shoes on the couch.
It leaves the cap off the toothpaste, drinks my coffee,
eats the last bagel, hides my cell phone, tries on my jewelry
and dances in my closet, shredding all the red blouses.
It waits in the passenger seat of my car honking for me to hurry up.
I yell and throw your picture out the window and say
That’s enough. It asks for your number and money for a cab.
It says to me, you’re no fun, so I give it directions. I even pack
it a lunch. It’s a long ride, though, I say, looking at the emptiness
it is already leaving behind, you don’t need to go.
It puts on my jacket and doesn’t even look at me. I grab its knees
and weep into its pant leg. It tries to kick me off, calls me a bitch
and spits in my hair. You deserve to be alone, it says
shutting the front door. It leaves me in the carpet,
face down in the mud left from its shoes. From the floor,
I can hear its map rustling and your doorbell ringing and I can’t
help thinking of all the things you’ve taken from me.
BIO
Sarah A. Chavez is a mestíza born and raised in the California Central Valley. She is currently a fourth
year PhD student with a focus in poetry and Ethnic Studies at the University of Nebraska – Lincoln where along with teaching, she serves as the Assistant Director of the Nebraska Summer Writers Conference.
Her work can be found or is forthcoming in American Life in Poetry, WomenArts Quarterly, Calyx, and The Battered Suitcase among others. A selection from her manuscript, This, Like So Much, was chosen as a finalist for the 2012 Arts & Letters/Rumi Prize for Poetry.
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