July brought smoke, brought mirrors, twisted thumbs,
and rippled image of citied trees. Its stilted edges blur
under heated air, under heated bodies which roll, legs
hooked, neck clenched, teeth on salted slickened skin.
Highrises wink in sunlit fog, they wink through barred
windows and weighted locks of incest and double-story
sentiment where inside, a family sits at tall kitchen table,
waiting for oven-roasted chicken and arsenic-laced soup.
Jennifer van Alstyne is editor-in-chief of The Monmouth Review. She is currently working on a collection of poetry based on the life and music of 20th century composer, Glenn Gould.