Volume 2 Number 1 • Spring 2010
I can't even tell you about what I'm reading lately, a thing that seems simple enough,
without my attraction to you shining like the barn light
that went on all by itself.
To send an excerpt means I thought of you:
no good when you're not ready.
What would you have me do, I asked,
searchlight
shining.
I am the one sitting with my hands clasped
in the backseat of my grandparents' Toyota,
content that we hadn't yet gotten
to wherever it was we were going.
I am the one who
went to Greece,
left my backpack on the shore,
entered the ocean,
turned
in circles like
feathers or
fish.
Jamie Buehner was born and raised in Oshkosh, Wisconsin.