American Culture · American Literature · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Stacie Cassarino

I was a keeper of breath,
of hay. I walked a field, collecting bones.
You can build a house out of bones.
You can stand at the doorway
quarrelling with your legs to enter
or run until you turn to ash.

— Stacie Cassarino, from “Firework,” Zero at the Bone (New Issues Press, 2009)

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