08/21/2013

I am waiting for you to say
something bright like water
or wanting or waste. You are
a giant emotion. I am
a series of small lights over there.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This poem is part of a larger piece titled “Last night you were inside out and blue” which I hope will be published as part of my chapbook manuscript Talk Right Down to Earth in the near future. It written from a particular voice that deals with the upending of a relationship from a perspective that is equal parts confessional and distant. I am wanting the reader to relate to the images without feeling alienated by specificity.

BIO:

Eszter Takacs is an MFA candidate at the University of Arkansas. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Barn Owl Review, Phoebe, Cloud Rodeo, ILK, Word Riot, Thrush, Adroit Journal, Phantom Limb and DIAGRAM. She is an expert in wheel and tire maintenance and hails discreetly from Los Angeles. Her two chapbooks, The Spectacular Crash (H_NGM_N Books)and Together We Will Talk Right Down to Earth (The New Megaphone), will be out later this year. She blogs photos at ethula.tumblr.com.
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