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Alison Palmer

Alison Palmer

Alison Palmer's work appears in FIELD, The Los Angeles Review, River Styx and elsewhere. Her debut collection, Aren’t We Lovely in Our Suits of Armor, was a semifinalist for the Lexi Rudnitsky First Book Prize. Recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best New Poets 2017, Alison was also a Nimrod Literary Awards Quarter-finalist. Her chapbook, The Need for Hiding, is available from Dancing Girl Press. 

Impressions


To leave our forms behind, the longing that rises, rises
until the dark ceiling of the sky turns us
                                           back, and the way we came,
un-riddled with stars.

Miles away, you wake to her, and here,
I wake to her, and we
          ask to be forgiven—it's not the wind's fault
the trees bend in the storm.

                       Aren't we something to marvel at,
lying like fallen branches:

Would my fingerprints disappear from your skin if I
let them find your collarbone, hip
                    bone, curve of your thigh;
     
       the body's remembrances, fossae, and how lovely
it would be to sign my name where no one else can see.

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