The spring I could say aloud
to myself, I like girls, I was 20,
listening to Ani Difranco,
watching The View, reading
on Taoism before bed
by flashlight. On every page
was a photograph of rocks or trees,
mountains. Flowing water.
That semester I wrote poems
and watched Planet Earth.
Meanwhile, out in space, Saturn
with its belted halo of ice, spun on.

Margaret Ann Graber is a poet from the Midwest. She holds an MFA from Southern Illinois University and a BA from Indiana University. A Luminarts Cultural Foundation Fellow in Creative Writing, her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Louisville Review, Southern Indiana Review, The Adroit Journal, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Hobart, and elsewhere. Find her online at

Previous Page

Next Page