The Boiler

Anna Meister

POEM FOR WHAT HAPPENED IN THE FIRST HOUSE

All my blond years were spent
with Cabby               beautiful collie
named after my favorite vegetable
who one morning      before the heat hit
crossed the road          toward
the farm full of goats that chewed
my hair             like it was straw
a station wagon knocked her
& didn’t even stop                 Cabby
beautiful as a vegetable        buried
in the far back            we dug
a hole     behind bushes of wild prairie
rose        our state flower         those
thin petals       blushing       & open
yellow eyes                Dad carried her
body     like a duffle full of books

DOWNSIZING

Soon, the house packed up
& everyone will share
all the new edges of broken
& tossed & sold. She asks
Do you want the wedding china?
over the phone, soft, & I say
No & in the background hear it
shatter.

Picture words before sale
like quick.

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Anna Meister is an MFA candidate in Poetry at NYU. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in publications including Sugar House Review, BOAAT, & Bodega. Anna is a finalist for the 2014 Button Poetry Prize. She lives & works in Brooklyn.