Laura Eve Engel

Dear You Boats,

Dear others, are you there?

A flare.


The weather pushes itself on today like a friend

with a big mouth who knows a big surprise.


I dangle my bare feet in the barest puddle of me.

Even your starboard sides are aware of me.


I from my small bench am drafting a treaty:

grant amnesty to these articles as I take them off

and throw them into the water,


again when the water

dutifully lolls them towards you.


It’s true that lately I haven’t been looking

at enough monumental structures and saying, See

what people are able to do without even touching.


How exciting! A misunderstanding.


Can you blame me? From here every last

bit of you appears as a white flag.

Laura Eve Engel

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Laura Eve Engel's work has appeared or is forthcoming in Boston Review, Crazyhorse, The Southern Review, Tin House and elsewhere. She was the 2011-2012 Jay C. and Ruth Halls Poetry Fellow from the Wisconsin Institute of Creative Writing. She lives in Brooklyn.