Volume 2 Number 1 • Spring 2010

Emmy Hunter


Names drop off.
There's nowhere to sit

Just streets, dirt, a dark dispersal.
Everyone passes in fumes and noise,
Packets and layers and plaques: alphabet.

This is a city. It continues and continues.

In the room are my things.
The alien sun sets red and fast.

North is Mongolia.

Emmy Hunter's poems have been published in Witness, Court Green, Fence, American Poetry Review, Talisman, and other journals. A chapbook of her poetry and prose titled No View of the Boat was published by Linear Arts Press. She teaches literature and creative writing at Hunter College.

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