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TOWN OF THE BELOVED by Allison Seay

We rested on a blanket by the water
where I combed the sand and spoke your name gently

You slept but I was not tired and never have I studied
the fullness of a back not even of the dying

We rested on a blanket by the water
where I combed the sand and spoke your name gently

You slept but I was not tired and never have I studied
the fullness of a back not even of the dying

propped on their sides as I did yours then

I tried to mimic your breathing though I did not close my eyes
at least not for long instead I kept a kind of vigil

swatting for you what seemed a thousand nameless insects

See it was afternoon the ocean warm to boredom
boat oil and pelicans and I thumbed through a book

while I waited for you to stir to apologize but for what
for disappearing for leaving me to distinguish alone

my desires to want you or want to become you

Wake up please wake so that I might tell how it is
I can for you sit all day in a field of sand

 

 

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About Allison Seay

Allison Seay
Allison Seay is the author of a collection of poems, To See the Queen, forthcoming from Persea Books in collaboration with the Lexi Rudnitsky Poetry Project. She is a 2011 recipient of a Ruth Lilly Poetry Fellowship from the Poetry Foundation and serves as the Arrington Poet in Residence at the University of Mary Washington in Fredericksburg, Virginia. Individual poems have appeared in such journals as Poetry, The Southern Review, Arts and Academe, Crazyhorse, and Pleiades.