You Tell Yourself

Sara Wallace

the orange juice in its small glass is enough

the birdsong outside is enough

folding the pillow cases 

stacking them neatly on the clean shelf

setting the table

dripping bacon the napkin’s smooth face

the wince of traffic far below 

almost out of earshot

this mound of berries this small dark bowl

indifferently you toss the toast on the table

like the gesture of that waitress at the diner 

where twelve years ago

you kept kissing a man 

and no stares under the washed-out fluorescents

could stop you

vodka and salt on his tongue

his rough hand through your gauzy shirt 

sooty and hot as a tailpipe

sweet-rotten sweat slicking his skin

like night blooms by the diner’s open door

 

Sara Wallace is the author of The Rival (selected for the Agha Shahid Ali Poetry Prize) and the chapbook, Edge (selected for The Center for Book Arts Poetry Chapbook Competition). Her poetry has appeared in such publications as Agni, Hanging Loose, Michigan Quarterly Review, Poetry Daily, Yale Review and others. A recent finalist for a Rona Jaffe Foundation Writer’s Award, she is a recipient of a grant from the Sustainable Arts Foundation and fellowships from the Virginia Center of the Creative Arts and the Millay Colony for the Arts. She currently teaches at New York University and lives in Brooklyn.

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