The blue sky, opening like a mouth. Like eyes. The blue sky atop slippery sidewalks made of steam. A kettle boiling all the blue day and into the night’s blue pathway, all pushy sound waves, bottomless elongated air, emotional labor. Outlets for electricity and/or electrocution, as you like. As you like. A blue sky too […]
Amy Poague
Amy Poague, MA, is an Iowa City–based poet working at a junior high school. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared in Juke Joint, SWWIM Every Day, and Really System, among others.