Rachel Blum

Issue #
January 31, 2017

Who Would Have Come

Who would have come

if the angel had not come

Was there something
you wanted to tell me

A river flowed

through my house

so there is nothing
you cannot say to me—

Water that

begins in the stairs

carries a velvet dress

like plaster

when my legs

are failing

and salt like snow

so suddenly

your laughter,

and the sound

is a boat and the

boat is my hands,

and I remember you best

with my hands,

there it is always

the same day.

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