Luck

By  |  September 5, 2017
“Night” by Jaime Erin Johnson “Night” by Jaime Erin Johnson

Always walked this close between the rows.
Always smoked so many seeds.

You will find yourself dragging 
               a live rabbit 

by one foot, the other kicking.

Later, I tried a smaller size.

There was a time when only beggars 
                went bareheaded. 

Brief as corn, as silk.

It made me think of Sappho saying tomorrow 
             you had better use your soft hands.

Nothing I have known ever seemed real 
until I touched you with it.


Jenny Browne reads “Luck”

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More of Jaime Erin Johnson’s photography can be found in her Eyes on the South feature.
 

Jenny Browne’s most recent collection of poems is Dear Stranger. A former James A. Michener Fellow at the University of Texas at Austin, she lives in downtown San Antonio and teaches at Trinity University.