Margaret Fuller

BY ANGIE MASON

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I turn over in bed repeatedly,
as if I were a dial twisting beneath

blue sheets. As if my body were searching
for your utopia. I search the shore

of Fire Island. I look for Frank. I wait
on the boat with you starboard and full

of guilt. Neither of us can transcend this
moment, neither of us can imagine

what will happen to our bodies. I see
one woman carry a sledgehammer,

one woman a chisel. One woman works
a rusted chain out from beneath the sand.

The boat is beached, the women, the hull
of each woman’s body breaks, the boat.


Angie Mason received her MFA in Creative Writing from Minnesota State University, Mankato. She lives in Duluth, Minnesota with her wife and son.

Image Credit: “Ocean Garden,” Sarah Deckro

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