WHEN MY MOM, FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, PUT AN EXTRA BLANKET ON ME AT 4:00 A.M.
I imagine I dreamt toward morning
that a deep-bellied canoe, big enough to carry
my whole pyramid of needs, swaddled me
up and out of my leaky paper skiff;
that I rolled into its arched hull
and made it sway with my shivery shoulder;
that I lay there chatting up pretty girls
in their immaculate sailboats;
that I peeked up at the sky full of eggs
fried over-easy and dripping butter down.
—from Rattle #70, Winter 2020
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Anthony Zick: “I am an Ann Arbor, Michigan, native and resident who has been writing poetry pretty seriously for the past ten-plus years. In 2016, I fulfilled a longtime dream of receiving an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Bowling Green State University. I write poetry to discover deeper ideas and metaphors in my own life. At the same time, what really moves and motivates me is being a part of a poetry community and making an impact on others with my words.”
