Dare to
schedule a massage,
board a train
headed east, look
up while passing beneath
a balcony, remember
who she hitchhiked with
the last time
she did it—dared
to be
so young, that is.
youth
When the Wire Fails
You didn’t even meet the life
expectancy of a galvanized
gabion. Nothing quarried
could ever fill you.
In the end, I wouldn’t have satisfied
that thirst for the irretrievable—
youth, unpredictable distortions
of a scrambled mind. It was you
who thought I wasn’t ready
to be so contained. Through mesh
and shadows, I see now
where I might have been
able to tuck myself in.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 