You, again, all shining dome dancing in the drink.
Sea wasp, my cocktail onion, my cotton ball, my ghost.
I’m sorry to keep you hungry. Once, you gave me
A map of the mind and undid each thread with your dangling nerves.
I woke today part cloud. Part drenched. Part my old self.
Like you, I am the chandelier drifting above an unsuspecting party.
Was it you I saw waiting? Pale under the water? A clover
Of roadways and corpuscles your fingers tinkling in time with the band?
after Allison Hutchcraft’s “You, Again”, Kenyon Review, Summer 2014
Mary Harpin is a poet and a freelance digital storyteller. Her work has appeared in McSweeny’s Internet Tendency, Everyday Genius, and elsewhere. She is at work on a project with Pen Parentis, gathering interviews about the lives of writers who are also parents. Mary lives in Colorado with her husband and two daughters.