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Meg Day

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Meg Day grew up in California’s Bay Area. She received a BA from the University of California–San Diego, an MFA from Mills College, and a PhD from the University of Utah. She is the author of Last Psalm at Sea Level (Barrow Street, 2014), winner of the Barrow Street Press Poetry Prize and the Publishing Triangle’s 2015 Audre Lorde Award. Last Psalm at Sea Level was also a finalist for several awards, including a Kate Tufts Discovery Award and a 2015 Lambda Literary Award. Day has received awards and fellowships from the Association of Writers & Writing Programs, the Lambda Literary Foundation, and the National Endowment for the Arts, among others. She currently teaches at Franklin & Marshall College and lives in Pennsylvania. 

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Batter my heart, transgender’d god, for yours
is the only ear that hears: place fear in my heart
where faith has grown my senses dull & reassures
my blood that it will never spill. Show every part
to every stranger’s anger, surprise them with my drawers
full up of maps that lead to vacancies & chart
the
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            I was trying to wave to you but you wouldn’t wave back
                                    —The Be Good Tanyas

Forgive me my deafness now for your name on others’ lips:
each mouth gathers then opens & I search for the wave

the fluke of their tongues should make with the blow
of your
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When the grapevine had thinned
but not broken & the worst was yet to come
of winter snow, I tracked my treed heart
to the high boughs of a quaking
aspen & shot it down.
                                           If love comes fast,
let her be a bullet & not a barking dog;