Poem in Which Her Mortgage Comes Due

the folds of a dark brown dress

the knuckles of a hand spent in dishwater

the jars of rhubarb

the folios of poetry

the suitcase filled with worthless notes

the fiery fields

the fields on fire

“Poem in Which Her Mortgage Comes Due” from Shallcross. Copyright © 2016 by C.D. Wright. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press. See coppercanyonpress.org.