written after Mary Ruefle’s MONUMENT

A small world had ended. Like all worlds, it was made of time. The Canadian-American border stood between us would never vanish. I had moved to the island because you were there. I had flown back and forth, and you had been still. And now…

All the parts of me count for something, are useful for something

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ItIt found my mother’s face first, when my pointer finger was more hand than finger, more foreign connection than mine. It was probably the one on my right hand. I don’t know the first time I pointed it at anyone, but I know some things it used to trace. …

I can’t stop thinking about how I killed the crickets

The day Brett Kavanaugh was confirmed to the Supreme Court I left my apartment and there were two dead…

The reach of snow and the taste of French toast

Morning has always been my time for quiet, but there was a time when I woke to voices too loud for even a moment of silence. When those days came, I tried to sleep through them.

But this morning is all white flakes and maple syrup and coffee reheated twice…

Amanda Oliver

OVERDUE: Recknoning with the Public Library forthcoming from Chicago Review Press March 22, 2022 • amandaoliver.com

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