Two Poems // Rachel Egly


aren’t anything more than small creatures caught in death and left

for millions of years until we pull them from their opaque graves.

we display their decayed bodies with gentle hands,

aware that muscle compensates for missing skin and

bone compensates for missing muscle;

but without bone

everything sinks back to dust.

The City

the demon weaves through the city,

its path already chosen by narrow tracks

I stare straight over a stranger’s head, trying to catch a

glimpse of the moon between buildings

the seats all face towards the center

so more people can fit

so you don’t have your back to anyone

so you have to work to look out the windows

you, in our old apartment, backlit by the morning sun

you are so warm that I mistake your skin for sunlight

close enough

some days I yearn for mountains

but mostly I yearn for clear, fast-moving water

I suppose I still have both, between the buildings

and faux river, but these things are still different

call it change. call it fear of change

call it geographical suicide but at least

we are here together

me, in our new apartment, stretched across the same bed

I am so upended that I mistake myself for a shipwreck

certainly, if you weren’t holding me hard with both hands

I would sink

we live so close to the lake

on some cold days I can’t tell

where the water ends and the sky begins

I have dreams where I drop things

in the water and watch while I lose them forever

we promised honesty, always

a lie: I hate it here.

a truth: I don’t fear change,

I fear being without you.

Rachel Egly is a bi poet, engineer, and ecologist in love with all things water. Her work has previously appeared in Vagabond City, The Rising Phoenix Review, and Ghost City Review, and is forthcoming in The Fruit Tree. She currently lives in Chicago with her partner and cat, where she catches crayfish, naps as much as possible, and spends most of her money on good food. You can find her @SPF_6 on Twitter or at

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