|Chagrin River Review||
Lily the Muse
Waiting for her, paper in front of you, prepared for the sudden appearances randomly when before there might have been substances, jobs, fluids,
objects flung around like comet tail dust distracting from the muse’s presence. Now you may see her pink and beautiful like a swaddled baby
skinned of embryonic safety, freezing outside a storefront selling wind energy, “look at it go!” Swirling leaves and plastic grocery bags create
cyclonic crop circles on pavement in front of apathetic pedestrians taxiing cellular tracking devices from Starbucks to Starbucks project muse the
portal is prepared for you, if you prepare for her and pay your entry fee, there is nothing free nothing measureless without a number for the endless
clime of Clytie’s lover in the arching skyways, you rooted in the decaying earth you soiled, is your poison, and your Muse. Son, terrible lot to plant
the factory lines in, architect dreams of cumulous coils ever expanding up and up and up like the ticker on 14th street, Union Square counting all
America’s debt. Gold evaporated and no one noticed but fit into character and these one-hundred and forty spaces, something to measure by.
Selections from the Long Tu'm
Sara earned her Bachelors in English this year from St. John’s University, and is a Masters Candidate for 2016. Her work has appeared in Digital Papercut, Dark Matter, and Sequoya. Currently she is working on several poetry collections in the midst of working full-time in New York City for Green Mountain Energy, a renewable energy company. She has aspirations to write a novel, and will continue writing poems.