Rachel Nix
Owed nothing,
despite the habits held in its maintenance,
hesitance is a path too circled; a direction
I abandon. Opting instead to close in on
this distance, to mind the magic your city culls--
I grasp for the risk attached in losing place,
pinching at the map until the skewed lines
speak fairly. Miles mean little in an argument
instigated by safe notions; urgency, instead,
noses its way forward, obliged by its spryness
wrestling past caution’s plot. When nearness
is earned, I’ll clutch for the quiet but only
because uncareful attraction is handled best
as a secret: told only once, nervous lips
to an eager ear; or better: in the length of a kiss
unthreatened by obligation.
hesitance is a path too circled; a direction
I abandon. Opting instead to close in on
this distance, to mind the magic your city culls--
I grasp for the risk attached in losing place,
pinching at the map until the skewed lines
speak fairly. Miles mean little in an argument
instigated by safe notions; urgency, instead,
noses its way forward, obliged by its spryness
wrestling past caution’s plot. When nearness
is earned, I’ll clutch for the quiet but only
because uncareful attraction is handled best
as a secret: told only once, nervous lips
to an eager ear; or better: in the length of a kiss
unthreatened by obligation.
Biography
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Rachel Nix is an editor for cahoodaloodaling, Hobo Camp Review and Screen Door Review. Her own work has appeared or is forthcoming in Anti-Heroin Chic, L'Éphémère Review, Occulum, and Pidgeonholes. She resides in Northwest Alabama, where pine trees outnumber people rather nicely, and can be followed at @rachelnix_poet on Twitter.
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