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amanda auchter

I stir coriander for desire, sugar 

             for sweetness, cornmeal 


to bind you to me. I scrawl your name 

            in the grit, spear fork tines 


through your heart. Imagine my hands 

           around your throat, my hair 


sucked into your mouth. I am soured, 

            here, a dreadful thing 


in the windowlight. I make you again 

           from this this bowl of crumbs 


I’ll scatter along the sidewalk, under 

           the side of the bed where       


I’ll whisper stay into your thighs, trace 

          my name along your chest. I have 


to believe that this is the way back 

           to love: my clockwise stirring, 


my herbed fingers, and you searching 

          my skin for signs of a devil’s wish. 



Amanda Auchter is the author of The Wishing Tomb, winner of the 2013 PEN Center USA Literary Award for Poetry and the 2012 Perugia Press Book Award, and The Glass Crib, winner of the 2010 Zone 3 Press First Book Award for Poetry. Her recent work appears or is forthcoming at The Huffington Post, CNN, Crab Creek Review, The Indianapolis Review, The West Review, and the Academy of American Poets Poem-a-Day project. Follow her on Twitter: @ALAuchter. 




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