Listening to the Magnetic Fields in Central Illinois



Somewhere, someone watches a Mexican woman,

too big for her jet-tight poly-rayon dress,


gyrate against a lamppost,

though no one else in the barrio


seems to notice.  Here, deer periodically

punctuate the brush behind the house,


and occasionally go too far in their flamboyant

voyages, so that sometimes from the redwood


deck I see the wet nose of a whitetail,

generally a baby, poking through a gap


made by a sapling.  How gay.  Joyous.

How gravely deprave. A Labrador goes berserk


one block down.  He hears but he

cannot shake loose. From where I sit, I am pope.


The dogs bark up at the moon.  The Mexican

woman jiggles, gasoline rainbow in a black puddle.


The deer eat the tomatoes.  Crickets make

speakers of the sycamores.  Neighbors


unplug their lemon-string lights.  A car

drives by, thumping bass.  I drain my


Ranger.  Love at the Bottom of the Sea




Photo By: Dave Owen


About Author

Amy Graziano is a graduate of the SIUC MFA Creative Writing program in Poetry. Her work has appeared in Blue Earth Review, Naugatuck River Review, DIAGRAM, The National Poetry Review, Quick Fiction, and Verse Daily, among others. She is currently an English Instructor at Lake Land College in Mattoon, Illinois.

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