]you would be willing
]to be carried
—Anne Carson, If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho
If some faceless reflection should approach me
from behind, approaching me in the bedroom,
& whisper hoarsely in my ear desires,
I would let her. I
would stare into the crown-gold mirror in front
of the bed & in front of us, & step toward
that bed, with her, into it. I would loosen—
if she would let me—
her arms around my waist (you would be willing),
unbuckle her tight, leather fingers, & slight-
ly, like fish, tuck them in me to be carried
away, inside me.
Grant Quackenbush is from San Diego.