Garage
Fumes
by Stacy Post
by Stacy Post
This
poem wants to be
the
grass blade of longing
when
you pull out the mower
in
Spring and see leaves
from
last fall still
clinging
to the deck.
This
poem wants you
to
lift the mower
and
sharpen that blade.
Remove
the dark
underbelly
of memory
with
unsteady fingers
as
you recall our last walk
to
the creek—
tiny
pliant maples
sticking
to our shoes,
how
we paused to remove them,
held
them up to the sky,
how
we stopped for the colors
but
not for each other.
Stacy
Post
is a Midwestern writer in multiple forms. Her poetry chapbook, Sudden
Departures,
debuted in 2013. Her poems have appeared in Quail Bell Magazine,
Synaesthesia Magazine, Flying Island, Midwestern Gothic, Pearl,
Iodine Poetry Journal and others. A Pushcart Prize nominee for short
fiction, her stories have appeared in CHEAP POP, Boston Literary
Magazine, moonShine review, Fiction365, Referential Magazine and
others. Her short plays have been produced in festivals around the
U.S. She works as a librarian by day and resides in the Indiana
heartland. www.stacypost.com