Here’s another poem from Jessica Poli, winner of our 2013 poetry contest. Enjoy!
For Rubies To Erupt From Soil
I won’t be scared
of my teeth. Of those horses
shifting through the corn rows.
Of the world, old and full
of snow. Going slowly,
I feel for rubies in the pasture
but only find bits of glass which
I never know how to handle.
And there is clay, too, forming half-
letters that once made a sign
advertising fresh milk at varying prices.
The ground smells like crying.
I come across a neighborhood boy
lighting matches to throw at my skin
as he screams to no one: nothing.
He screams and screams as I sit and sift.
Jessica Poli’s heart belongs to Pittsburgh. She is currently an MFA student at Syracuse University, Editor of Birdfeast Magazine, and Poetry Editor for Salt Hill. Her first chapbook, The Egg Mistress, was published by Gold Line Press in 2013.