July 7, 2014

Family Geology by Sara Clancy

The leaf behind the yellow aspen leaf is a lie. 
The silver slingback in the corner of the closet 
missing its tasteless mate is also a lie. Underneath 
a heap of twigs is a new shrew's nest 
built underneath the awning 
of a lie.

The sonnet tucked into a book never read, the vial 
of pills long expired, the measure of labor confirmed 
by a time clock and photocopied with a signature line 
for our approval all may be true,
but I doubt it.

The whole account is suspect, as if you turned a geode 
inside out like a sock, to hide your grey basalt purpose 
inside a bed of violet crystals. 

Sara Clancy is a Philadelphia transplant to the Desert Southwest. Among other places, her poems have appeared in The Madison ReviewAvatar ReviewVerse WisconsinThe Linnet's WingsVAYAVYA  and Crab Creek Review. She lives in Arizona with her husband, their dog and a 23 year old goldfish named Darryl.

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