I am not the little girl
crying over her dead hamster,
or after her fall while ice-skating in the rink.
I am not the yellow schefflera leaf
I prune and compost
to give the other leaves a better chance.
I am not the extracted tooth
or the grounded baseball
or the broken tile on our roof.
What I am
is this empty space between us,
with dust motes
and more oxygen than we’ll ever
need to breathe.
In this place my empty hands
fill with you,
my palms lined with an oracle
you channel in the dark,
brushing across your shoulders,
grasping the bone,
and then, the hardest part,
is a poet and fiction writer in Boulder, Colorado, and lives with her two children,
husband, and pets. Her books include Beside Herself (Flutter Press, 2010)
and three full-length collections: two from Word Tech Editions, Rust (2016)
and Coming Up for Air (2018), and one from Pinyon Publishing,
Vienna is a Broken Man and Daughter of Hunger (2020). Her poems have been published
in Freshwater, KYSO Flash, The Columbia Review, The Comstock Review, The Denver
Quarterly, The Pennsylvania Literary Journal, and numerous other journals and
books. Her writing has been nominated five times for the Pushcart Prize.
An instructor of English at Front Range Community College, Ms. Dorsey also works
as a writing coach, editor, tutor, and ghostwriter. In her free time, she swims miles
in pools and runs and hikes in the open space of Colorado’s mountains and
Author’s website: http://kikadorsey.com
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